Darkness stretched on and on.
The sun had set more than four hours ago, leaving the world while it took its long overdue rest. All the candles on the altar were lit. Little flames bounced around the wicks, filling the cottage with winter scents. The light reflected off the windows, throwing a soft illumination reminiscent of the returning daylight.
Supper had been eaten. Blessings said. Wishes made for the upcoming year. And despite earlier shaky emotions, Niko had returned for their meal as if nothing had happened. Following the lead, Travis ignored pressing questions in favor of enjoying the night with his kitten. They roasted chestnuts and drank peppermint cocoa. Niko spent quite a while as a cat hopping around trying to pounce on the string Travis teased him with, and then curled up
