Sage opened the door and was greeted by the cold room's extreme darkness.
There was no fire at the fireplace, nothing at all, which confused her but made her aware that Cyrus was in the room.
She squatted in front of the fire place, taking slow steps because she was familiar with the space.
The atmosphere in the room was strangely eerie, and the temperature was exactly the same as it was outside.
Was there a problem with Cyrus?
She unleashed a small volley of fire, which instantly lit the fireplace and filled the room with light and warmth.
She sighed deeply, dipped her hands into the fire, and smiled, enjoying the warmth.
She had gone an entire day without Cyrus and felt as if it had been a hundred years. She would have enjoyed herself more if he had been with her when she went to that garden.
