The crack in the door revealed more people who were foreign to me all gathered around a small stoned fireplace. The mantle was formed by one large piece of wood that was rounded with age and appeared smooth. The chairs surrounding the fireplace were roughly built. Each had four legs that were made of logs that still had bark on them. The seats were made of wood covered in leather tatted on with rough nails. If I have described the chairs as being rough, I must to describe each of the characters who laughed and carried on about the fireplace as being equally rough if not more so.
Holiday Fireplace Art Photograph - HausofAriella |
The
short main with the silver hair and beard was standing closest to the
fireplace. He seemed to be serving some
drink that was being heated by the fireplace.
With the fireplace to his left, the man to his right had a scraggly red
beard, piercing brown eyes, and was dressed from head to toe in leather that had
been worn and aged until it looked as comfortable as a pair of cotton
pants. The man sitting to his right and
closest to the door was unlike any man I had ever seen before. His hair was almost black yet it looked more
like the darkest purple imaginable. His
fingernails were stark white and his hands were covered in gloves with no
fingers. I could just barely see the side of
his face. It looked rigid and wise yet jolly and peaceful. What a strange man!
The
last two were seated to the right side of the fire. They both had brown hair and were almost
unremarkable. Each was dressed in what
seemed like noble attire. The one sitting
closest to the fire had a gentle voice when he spoke, but could easily blend in
anywhere, even in Perkins. The second
man with brown hair had a smoother face, no beard. He was the youngest person there. I felt like he was familiar to me. No, how could I have met this person dressed
up like a historic nobleman? How could I
know anyone from this strange place?
I
got over my fear of the unknown just as the man with the silver hair took his
seat closest to the fire. Until then, I
had not noticed the empty seat sitting to the right of the fire. I opened the door bravely and entered the
room that also felt like a cave on the interior. The walls curved inward at the tops and
rounded back down the floor. The color
surprised me though; it was almost a light green.
All
five men stood up at my entrance. They
looked delighted, almost excited, to see me.
Again I had this strange feeling of familiarity, as if I expected their
reaction. Deep inside, I almost felt a
genuine gladness fill my soul as I saw their faces light up. What connection am I feeling with five people
I have never met before in my life? But
I had not yet considered my dreams.