Rustle—
The howling wind scraped past the chimney, channeling through the elongated chimney flue and letting out intermittent sobs like boiling water. The ashes were blown off, flung into the fireplace, making the fire even brighter.
Compared to the damp and cold, Amber preferred warmth. It curled up in the dry cave.
The howling wind outside the cave was intensifying. Raimy led the children into the cave, worried that the wind and rain might sweep them away and cause them to lose their direction.
The storm was coming quickly, and she would like to invite the lonely Aidanvoya over to her place and check the cabin one more time—even though it had been checked several times after being reinforced.
The children climbed towards Amber, treating it as if it were a low mountain fused nearly indistinguishably with the rock walls, chasing each other playfully.
