He drained his cup, and rose, she watched as he made his way to the log, took up the kindling, and fed it to the fire. Her own expression softened as she looked down at her half empty cup. Last wisps of steam still curling about its surface.
She set the cup down, and took up the humble teapot. Refilled Aarno's cup with a darker brew, and topped off her own after his had settled in full.
"So much of life is just that, is it not?" she said with a hint of pride in her smirk. At having been good at the practice of practice. "Setting oneself to those things they wish to see more of," she blinked. Laughed. "And here goes my mind, thinking on all those things it would see more of," she looked up at Aarno, tapped upon her own temple, "Rotating within,"
She took in a deep breath that filled her lungs and lifted her spine. Let it all wash out, with the warm cup of tea still in her hands. The crackle of the fire. The warmth behind her cheeks.
Suppose it was. More sensible. To sit and enjoy such a simple thing, down to its last.
Aarno
She set the cup down, and took up the humble teapot. Refilled Aarno's cup with a darker brew, and topped off her own after his had settled in full.
"So much of life is just that, is it not?" she said with a hint of pride in her smirk. At having been good at the practice of practice. "Setting oneself to those things they wish to see more of," she blinked. Laughed. "And here goes my mind, thinking on all those things it would see more of," she looked up at Aarno, tapped upon her own temple, "Rotating within,"
She took in a deep breath that filled her lungs and lifted her spine. Let it all wash out, with the warm cup of tea still in her hands. The crackle of the fire. The warmth behind her cheeks.
Suppose it was. More sensible. To sit and enjoy such a simple thing, down to its last.
Aarno