They read in the fire light, each in their own story, in share of world and room. Each in a romance: one new, another more aged, that shaped their minds in match of moods.
Change of sound in turns of page, eyes’ look upward from the lines in find of other’s above their book and read; smiles, unseen but known, behind their story’s cover.
Her shift in poise, eyes’ lift from page search-looking once again finding gaze’s remain. Hush of the hearth in new-breath bellow’s draw, flash brighten of the flame; her smile lit in all—silent—beckoning in call.