The old leather-bound diary creaked as he started to close it with caution. Discoloured notes, torn and aged, stuck out of the edges. Sitting back, he watched her approach him with caution.
Keeping her eyes on him. The plush beige Persian carpet covering the floor muffled her steps. What could I have done to make him summon me? She could not help her mental mush.
“You were looking for me?” she questioned puzzled.
“I am,” he affirmed and indicated towards a dark-brown leather chair to his left. “Please sit down.”
He looked down to gather his strength and his thoughts. I wish I didn’t always have to be stern with her. With the Rising of the Dark Moon so near, she needs protection now more than ever. Remember what is at stake. For her sake as well as ours.
Slowly lowering into the wingback chair, she studied her surroundings to keep her mind occupied. Pristine first editions, lined the cherry-wood shelves to her right. The carpet covered the floor surface wall-to-wall. Tinted glass panels were behind her father’s antique desk and chair.
I love being in this room, it makes me feel like I have stepped back in time.
To her left, a magnificent painting hung over the fireplace. The scene depicted an old castle surrounded by a beautiful wooded area. She remembered once inquiring about the canvas, but all he said was that it was of his home in Spain.