DANE
This side of the living space was double height, with exposed rafters and raw wood ceilings. No chance of Dane cracking his skull on a low roof.
To his left, a dining set for six sat in the corner window, and the kitchen took up the rest of the width of the massive room behind it, with a large island in the middle, and wooden stools.
In front of them, the great room was… truly great. A wide square with thick rugs, fat furniture, windows that were almost floor-to-ceiling, but hugged by warm curtains for cold nights, and a staircase lining the opposite wall that lead up to the second level.
There was a pot-belly stove in the middle of the front wall, bookcases full of books, lamps… everything seemed to be made from wood, wool, or leather. To Dane, walking into that space felt like the house had given him a hug.
