On that particular summer night, Xeldan and Aerana had started out at home along with their week old son, Daevyn. Aerana sat in a wooden chair near the the warmly burning flames in the fireplace, cradling the baby boy in her arms. Her sapphire blue eyes were filled with worry. Her husband paced the room restlessly, his long strides taking him from wall to wall in three steps.
There were not many objects in the room to get in his way. There was the fireplace that was used for warmth as well as cooking. There was a small table with four chairs, the extra being used for company. There were a few cupboards for supplies. There were two doors, one leading outside and the other to the bedroom, the only other room in the house. It was small, but it served their needs and it was home.
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