Commander Braghaman Larethian

Happy Winter's Veil

The logs crackled in the hearth as the fire continued to burn itself out. Braghaman took a sip from his cup and then rested it back on the arm of the couch. Next to him, Niviene shifted a little bit as she slept against his arm. Bragh smiled and gently reached over to pull the blanket back over Niviene and then kissed her on the head. The priestess smiled in her sleep and then snuggled in again.

Braghaman returned the smile. Then he turned his head and glanced back towards the stairs. All was quiet in the house. The children long ago had fallen asleep.

The paladin turned back towards the fireplace and picked up his drink to take another sip. After he’d finished his bourbon, Bragh sat the cup back down. Looking back to the sleeping priestess, he leaned over again and kissed her on the head again.

“Happy Winter’s Veil.”