Snow brought by cold winter winds consistently piling up on the frame of the windows of my room. Beyond the windows, a snowfall was occurring outside of the manor. On my bed, I was sitting steadily as I stared at the windows.
A few seconds later, I stood up from the mattress and approached the windows so that I could move the red curtains. The things happening outside would ruin the mood; covering them would isolate me as well as grant the room privacy.
I went back to the bed and placed my butt on it once again, staring at the floor while waiting. Soon after, my keen ears finally heard some sounds of barefoot steps coming into my room. Almost immediately, I slowly shifted my gaze from the floor toward the door.
Knock. Knock.
Two knocks then rang out from the Black Treant wooden door.
Click. Creak.
