CrystaltheGreyNinja

The fire crackles before you, telling you its history in a long-forgotten language. You sit on the floor in front of it, staring attentively back into its dancing flames, hypnotized by its tale that you can’t understand. It pops and bursts at moments of excitement, making your heart skip a beat even though you can’t quite figure out why. Your fantasy book lays forgotten beside you as you listen, clutching to your hot chocolate and drawing your blanketed knees up as a makeshift table. It’s quite talkative, really. But that tends to happen when you’ve been around for a very long time and someone finally sits down to li