The firewood in the fireplace burned quietly, occasionally making the crackling sound of sparks.
With the arrival of deep winter, various matters were being implemented in an orderly fashion, making Tilan a bit more leisurely. Today, and the days after, she didn't have to work, as her assistant handled some small tasks.
In the room, besides Tilan sitting by the fireplace, sat the silver-haired Elf, Ores, who was curiously trying out the harp in front of her. She seemed to have an instinctive familiarity with this instrument but wasn't sure how to start.
Tilan noticed but didn't immediately go over to help her, choosing instead to sit on the wooden chair, wanting to see how Ores would proceed.
Well, after trying for a while, Ores put down the harp, walked over to Tilan, bent down and lay against the girl, rubbing her cheek against the other. She was already quite adept at this action.
