Aurora flopped into a chair in front of the fire and picked Salvatore from her robes. He looked at her then scurried to sit in the embers, his tail curled around him. Aurora laughed a little and pulled her knees up to her chest. She took a bit out of a cookie she was holding and stared at the manuscript paper in her other hand. She had been trying to get this piece to work for days and she wasn't quite sure it was right yet. She took her quill and inked in a couple more notes, humming it softly to herself.