Amber into the Embers

The night march inward from the fir grove brought me back to the hearth, where the bricks held the faint, slumbering heat of earlier hours. I unfastened the hardened pine sap droplet from my fur mantle and rested it upon my open gauntlet. Lowering into a measured crouch upon the cool slate, I set my staff aside against the stone jamb. With deliberate care, I reached forward and laid the amber tear directly atop a heap of pale, dormant ash inside the cold iron grate. The residual warmth softened the resin; a slow, sharp ribbon of pine smoke rose into the chimney draft. I sat in silence, watching the ancient scent disperse through the quiet room.#MythicLegions #Fantasy