Finally, the smoke began to properly clear, the room growing clear again. Peter was surprised, and a little embarrassed to see just how many people had come to investigate his stupid mistake. Even Zariah, who’s eyes he carefully avoided.
Maea came to make sure he was okay, her concern appreciated. It was met with quiet thanks, and a small smile, one of the first to cross his face in Halo. There wasn’t much time to talk though, not with one task still left to complete.
With far more caution this time, including a gust of air sent up the chimney, just to ensure no blockage was still left, Peter built up the fire again, taking out the charred and soaked wood in the fireplace and replacing it with new, dry wood before pulling a book of matches from the air, and using one to light the fire, this time with no mishaps. He leaned back, enjoying the warmth for a moment, then took his leave, offering Zariah and Neron both a deep bow before he went.
Peter out!
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
