The fire was working at keeping back the chill in the air. Outside, rain could be heard tapping against the windows and the rooftop. Looking through the glass, the two youngsters sigh dramatically at how uninviting the weather outside was.
“I’m bored,” Banagan said, leaning his head against the glass. “Why can’t we go outside?”
“Because it’s too wet,” Korissa answered matter-of-factly. “We’d get all muddy if we did.”
“I don’t care,” Banny grumped.
“What would you do if you could go outside?” Braghaman asked as he sat in front of the fireplace, reading through a stack of papers that had been delivered to him earlier in the day.
“I’d play,” Banny answered defiantly.
“Doing...
“Curse you, Percy the paladin!” Braghaman said in a gravely voice as he closed the book he’d been reading.
Looking down beside him, he saw Banagan curled up against his side with his eyes closed. Next to his son was Korissa, also curled up asleep though she was leaning against her mother. At the other end of the couch was Niviene. She rested her head against her arm on the back of the couch, her own eyes closed as well. All of them had a large quilt pulled over them as the paladin had read the children’s book.
Bragh smiled and gave a quiet chuckle. Carefully, he set the book down on the floor beside the couch and picked up the drink he’d set there earlier. Trying not to wake anyone, Bragh propped his feet up on the small...