Chapter 58

The place was toasty, being lit by a fireplace that was crackling away. Instead of stiff chairs, they had two beds propped up by a chair for back support, with a leather covering draped over them. They were a curious fusion between chair and bed. Myrtle, my sister-in-law preferred these to regular chairs, and a testament to her creativity, I did too. The only drawback was that they took up far more room than a chair.

The rest of the house was lightly adorned. Few pieces on the walls, though there was always something new each time I came over. This time it was a painting of an elegant white dragon flying over green hills, something Aria eyed with a knowing smirk. They definitely got her shape wrong, and those wings ought to be a lot bigger. Blotting-out-the-sun big. It was still pretty much the practical, comfortable, and fascinating home that it had always been.