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The fire in the hearth crackled and popped, sending embers flying through the chimney. The smell of freshly baked bread and creamy soup still cooking wafted through the air. There was a rare moment of peace in the home. Uli was in the kitchen, Onu helping her while humming a soft song. Rusl was setting the table, the soft thud and clink of silverware and wooden bowls being set down barely noticed. Tarrim let his eyes drift; the old rug, the large, circular dining table, the shelves lining the walls, filled with trinkets and drawings alike. Colin was beside him on the couch, huddled in a woolen blanket and reading a book, its pages old and yellowed.
Link was dozing off in the armchair on his other side, snores lightly escaping his mouth with each breath. Tarrim sighed deeply, letting the feeling of warmth, love, and family settle around him; blanket him with a sense of peace and calm. All peaceful times must come to an end though. Uli called out from the kitchen, bringing with her a steaming pot of soup. Onu followed close behind, cradling a basket lined with towels, the bread then.
All at once the home erupted into noise. Chairs scraping against wooden floors, bowls being passed around as everyone served themselves, and the gentle hum of chatter. As Tarrim took a bite of his bread, he closed his eyes in bliss.
'Onu's bread is amazing.'