“They’re beautiful,” she said softly, staring at them, totally ignoring the being the wings were attached to.
He leaned up against the pillows on the bed, hands behind his head, and stared back at her, relaxed.
“Thank you! I quite like them too.”
She sat in the dark green wingback chair set next to a second window, curtained in a cheerful green and white check with ruffled edges. A small table and lamp were next to it, with an arrangement of candles and dried flowers, and room for a book or a picture frame. Two small paintings decorated the wall opposite her, and depicted quiet river scenes that might have been taken from the woods surrounding the cabin.
The four poster bed Kellan lounged on was covered in a scrap quilt, dominated by the color green and flowered fabrics. The pillows he rested on, solid green shams with ruffles, were laid against a pine headboard. His bare feet didn’t touch the matching footboard, and the carved posts were short, reaching only a couple of feet above the bed. The dust ruffle matched the pillows, and draped to just above the floor, hiding anything that might be under the bed.
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