While Storm was gone, Sable looked around and saw a chest located beside the fireplace. She went over there and tried to open it, but it seemed stubborn. She kept trying and discovered that the hinges were rusty, but she forced them until they squeaked as if they were in pain. When it finally creaked open, she saw blankets, pillows, and towels amid the cobwebs, dragged them out, and dusted them off. By the time Storm was back, she had a blanket spread out, had dried herself off with a towel, and had another blanket wrapped around her.
“Well,” he said as he made his way in, “you look comfortable. As soon as I get a fire started, this will be just like home.”
“Did you find any dry kindling?”
“This is not just kindling, this is wood. I found a covered woodbox at the side of the house. Pret
