As William stood admiring, Waelin was rembering the exquisite feel of home. He was also still loosely holding William's hand, and hadn't yet realized it. It was only William's words that snapped him out of his memories, and yet he still did not remember to let his guest's hand go.
"Thanks! I like it...it's home..."
Books? Oh! Duh, the huge bookshelves! Waelin grinned up at William.
"Of course you can! Read as many as you want! Just, don't touch the ones on Father's little table there," He pointed to the small side-table next to the chair. "Those he's not done with, and he'd be cross if they were touched while he was away."
Finally, reality clicked in, and Waelin quickly released William's hand, and then rushed over to the small ladder to hide his blush. Stupid...
He could have just flown up into the second, bed-level, but it was just so much more fun to climb up the smooth wooden ladder instead.
Once up, he bounded over to his bed (a pile of fluffy blankets, pillows, and soft sheets), to find it untouched and clean. Yes!!
Waelin leaned over the edge of the wooden platform, grinning. "Just come up when you're ready, ok? There's plenty of room up here for ya, and you can sleep in my sister's bed. It's really just a pile of blankets and stuff anyway."
And with that, he dissapeared back over the edge, and curled up happily in his bed, removing his pants without a care and snuggling in, warm and cozy.
It was good to be home...
