Quayle Cottage
... a fire burning in a grate, and three cats on the hearth rug; two sleeping and third grooming.
She was passing the lit cottage now; isolated, but small and snug. Comfortable. For a moment she was overcome with envy so strong it gripped her heart. The cottage looked so friendly, so welcoming. It was calling to her, drawing her closer. Why didn’t she live there? Why did she have to go back to Thie Dragan?