Raven_Timothy
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Slipping in to the old inn I sit for hours starring at the empty fireplace. My heart yearning for a warmth it can not provide. Eventually I rise from her chair, making sure to use just enough magic that the chair will stay warm throughout the day. Slowly and mechanically I prepare the coffee pots and tea kettles. I leave a comforting whisper in her shadows. One of care and desire. Then more slowly than anything previous I trudge back out of the cozy old inn.