Bram

Moira

Stonefield Cottage

Milk Bowl

Wool Cap

Milk for the Night

Midnight hum fills Stonefield Cottage as Bram slips in, light on dusty floorboards.

Moira sets a Milk Bowl by the hearth and lowers the lamp, trusting old stories.

The fire sighs softly, and Bram leans toward the work waiting in the dark.

Night Visitor

From the low crackle, Bram begins sweeping, careful to keep each bristle sound small.

He kneads waiting dough on the table and guides it to rise near warmth.

He mends a loose hinge, brow knit, breath steady, leaving nails aligned by morning.

Dawn blue presses the window, and Moira wakes to hush and faint clean scents.

Silent Work

Sunlight warms the floorboards, and Moira smiles at order, planning a proper thank you.

She sets a Wool Cap on the Milk Bowl, cheeks bright, proud and slightly nervous.

Bram halts at the cap, jaw clenched, eyes narrowing, shoulders squared, help turning to hurt.

The warm room cools, the hearth dims, and the doorway breath draws a chill.

Gift Mistake

In that hush, Moira removes the cap and offers a careful, regretful bow.

She refills the Milk Bowl with warm milk and honey, gaze lowered in respect.

Near midnight, Bram returns, gives a small nod, and the cottage breathes easy again.

Luck Respected

Milk for the Night
By Pandi
2025
Night Visitor
Midnight hum fills Stonefield Cottage as Bram slips in, light on dusty floorboards.
Moira sets a Milk Bowl by the hearth and lowers the lamp, trusting old stories.
The fire sighs softly, and Bram leans toward the work waiting in the dark.
Silent Work
From the low crackle, Bram begins sweeping, careful to keep each bristle sound small.
He kneads waiting dough on the table and guides it to rise near warmth.
He mends a loose hinge, brow knit, breath steady, leaving nails aligned by morning.
Dawn blue presses the window, and Moira wakes to hush and faint clean scents.
Gift Mistake
Sunlight warms the floorboards, and Moira smiles at order, planning a proper thank you.
She sets a Wool Cap on the Milk Bowl, cheeks bright, proud and slightly nervous.
Bram halts at the cap, jaw clenched, eyes narrowing, shoulders squared, help turning to hurt.
The warm room cools, the hearth dims, and the doorway breath draws a chill.
Luck Respected
In that hush, Moira removes the cap and offers a careful, regretful bow.
She refills the Milk Bowl with warm milk and honey, gaze lowered in respect.
Near midnight, Bram returns, gives a small nod, and the cottage breathes easy again.

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