Tag: Telling stories by the hearth x 1

The fire in the hearth crackled as orange flames danced around the thick logs on the grate. Light and shadows danced around the stones surrounding it, as if the fire were putting on a play for anyone nearby. But the only person to notice was the old figure sitting beside the hearth. 

He sat in a low chair, looking at the fire beside him and feeling its heat wash over his hands and face. His once colorful hair had long since shifted to silver-gray and was bound into one braid now that hung over his right shoulder. Around his eyes and mouth were many deep-set wrinkles, whose meanings seemed to change with the mood. He looked away from the fire towards the young children that were running and playing through the house, and they were...