Even Though My Parents Are Here, in Aris's Room♡

As I opened the door and stepped inside, a familiar scent tickled my nose in the lightly dusty air.

Dry herbs and leather, with a faint sweetness mingling among the straw.

This was the little nest I’d been away from for so long.

It was the moment my traces, asleep for just as long, began to awaken.

The room was neatly arranged with furniture made of wood and fabric,

but in the corner lay the hand-sewn cushion and blanket I’d used as a child, along with an old stuffed animal.

Beside the window sat a half-worn basket and a small wooden chair,

with the fur blanket I’d used one winter draped over it.

And at the very back.

On the shelf, a comb and mirror flecked with my silver fur gleamed...