The fire breathed in and out happily in the hearth while the old man curled his socked toes in the weight of the warmth. His well-kept white beard clothed a strong jaw and determined, but pleasant mouth. He sat quietly reading an ancient book by an anonymous author. Occasionally he would glance at the young woman sitting next to him in a matching high-backed chair. Contentment in her eyes and love blushed her cheeks.
"How are you, child?" the man's voice was soothing and strong.
"Better and better each moment." she replied.
His beard crinkled with a wide smile.
"I'm glad you're home."
"I'm glad I finally found you." Was her answer. At peace, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"Sleep child. It's been a long journey." Silently he covered her with a thick blanket and kissed her brow.
"How are you, child?" the man's voice was soothing and strong.
"Better and better each moment." she replied.
His beard crinkled with a wide smile.
"I'm glad you're home."
"I'm glad I finally found you." Was her answer. At peace, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"Sleep child. It's been a long journey." Silently he covered her with a thick blanket and kissed her brow.
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