motioning for me, Liz and Emily to follow her. “Clifford, if you will show Taurus to his room?”
“Of course,” Superior says as the fire bursts into existence. He turns. “It’s this way,” he says, heading down a hall the exact opposite direction of ours.
“So we have a room for each of you,” Tatia says. “I hope you like them. I will admit to doing a bit of flying to get all of the pieces, but do not tell my son.”
She opens a wooden door, leading us into the first room. “This is your room, Emily! I thought a large bed would be best, in case you wish to bring out your doppelganger,” she says. In the middle of the room is a king size canopy bed with brightly colored curtains. The sheets and blankets are also brightly colored and covered with a pile of pillows. The floor is covered with fuzzy rugs, and a rocking chair big enough for two sits in the corner.
“There is a restroom through that opening,” Tatia adds, pointing out an ice opening in the back right corner.
“This is amazing,” Emily says. There’s a stunned expression on her face. “I love it!” she decides, turning and hugging Tatia tightly. “Thank you!”
“I am glad,” Tatia says, smiling down at her gently. “I have decided that the mountain is large enough to make each of our grandchildren their own room--I have already started carving out Zoe and Sunny’s! I will show you those sometime. Now, let us go to Aubrey’s room,” she says, heading out the door as we trail along. I would have been fine sharing a room with Emily, but it would seem rude to say that, right?
“Your grandfather helped with this one,” Tatia says, much to my shock. “Not that he did not want to help with Emily’s, but everything he picked... it was too mild,” she says. “I tell him, ‘Our Emily, she is a child of COLOR!’ but my Clifford, he says, ‘It looks like a rainbow threw up,’” she imitates him. Emily bursts out laughing.
“It does, but I LOVE IT!” she proclaims happily.
The door to my bedroom is opened, revealing a large room about the same size as Emily’s. The room is open and airy. In the middle of the room is a beautiful metal fire pit with a rocking chair next to it--one about the same size as Emily’s. “He did the chairs, though,” Tatia says. On my chair is a stuffed toy that looks like a pink rose and a cream knit throw blanket over the back.
The bed is a queen size, with a wooden canopy--the four posts look like trees, with branches going out and up over the bed. On the bed are more stuffed roses, as well as a beautiful crocheted cream colored throw folded at the bottom of a pastel quilt. In front of it is a wooden chest with a pillow on top, so it can be sat on. On the walls are paintings and posters from all around the world--and one large poster of Cold Steel in full uniform, framed.
“I love it,” I say, awed.
“We were worried you would get colder than the others,” Tatia says, “so we thought a fire pit would be a nice touch. Do not worry about it melting the ice, it will not be a large enough flame. There is wood over here, in this corner,” she tells me, leading me to a small nook where a pile of chopped wood sits. “And your restroom is through that opening there,” she adds. “Your grandfather did not seem happy about the Cold Steel poster,” she adds with a little smile. “I enjoyed getting the biggest one I could find for that very reason.”
“Oh!” Emily stops, blinking in surprise, “Ditto says we’ve got one of Trent!”
“Your doppelganger is examining your room?” Tatia asks.
“Well I wanted to see Aubrey’s, but I didn’t see everything in mine,” Emily explains.
“You’ve both put a lot of thought into this,” I say as I head to the bed, staring up at the entwined tree branches. They’re carved, I think--or, considering his ability--“Did Su--did Grandpa make this?” I ask her, looking over at them.
“He has found working with his hands a wonderful
“Of course,” Superior says as the fire bursts into existence. He turns. “It’s this way,” he says, heading down a hall the exact opposite direction of ours.
“So we have a room for each of you,” Tatia says. “I hope you like them. I will admit to doing a bit of flying to get all of the pieces, but do not tell my son.”
She opens a wooden door, leading us into the first room. “This is your room, Emily! I thought a large bed would be best, in case you wish to bring out your doppelganger,” she says. In the middle of the room is a king size canopy bed with brightly colored curtains. The sheets and blankets are also brightly colored and covered with a pile of pillows. The floor is covered with fuzzy rugs, and a rocking chair big enough for two sits in the corner.
“There is a restroom through that opening,” Tatia adds, pointing out an ice opening in the back right corner.
“This is amazing,” Emily says. There’s a stunned expression on her face. “I love it!” she decides, turning and hugging Tatia tightly. “Thank you!”
“I am glad,” Tatia says, smiling down at her gently. “I have decided that the mountain is large enough to make each of our grandchildren their own room--I have already started carving out Zoe and Sunny’s! I will show you those sometime. Now, let us go to Aubrey’s room,” she says, heading out the door as we trail along. I would have been fine sharing a room with Emily, but it would seem rude to say that, right?
“Your grandfather helped with this one,” Tatia says, much to my shock. “Not that he did not want to help with Emily’s, but everything he picked... it was too mild,” she says. “I tell him, ‘Our Emily, she is a child of COLOR!’ but my Clifford, he says, ‘It looks like a rainbow threw up,’” she imitates him. Emily bursts out laughing.
“It does, but I LOVE IT!” she proclaims happily.
The door to my bedroom is opened, revealing a large room about the same size as Emily’s. The room is open and airy. In the middle of the room is a beautiful metal fire pit with a rocking chair next to it--one about the same size as Emily’s. “He did the chairs, though,” Tatia says. On my chair is a stuffed toy that looks like a pink rose and a cream knit throw blanket over the back.
The bed is a queen size, with a wooden canopy--the four posts look like trees, with branches going out and up over the bed. On the bed are more stuffed roses, as well as a beautiful crocheted cream colored throw folded at the bottom of a pastel quilt. In front of it is a wooden chest with a pillow on top, so it can be sat on. On the walls are paintings and posters from all around the world--and one large poster of Cold Steel in full uniform, framed.
“I love it,” I say, awed.
“We were worried you would get colder than the others,” Tatia says, “so we thought a fire pit would be a nice touch. Do not worry about it melting the ice, it will not be a large enough flame. There is wood over here, in this corner,” she tells me, leading me to a small nook where a pile of chopped wood sits. “And your restroom is through that opening there,” she adds. “Your grandfather did not seem happy about the Cold Steel poster,” she adds with a little smile. “I enjoyed getting the biggest one I could find for that very reason.”
“Oh!” Emily stops, blinking in surprise, “Ditto says we’ve got one of Trent!”
“Your doppelganger is examining your room?” Tatia asks.
“Well I wanted to see Aubrey’s, but I didn’t see everything in mine,” Emily explains.
“You’ve both put a lot of thought into this,” I say as I head to the bed, staring up at the entwined tree branches. They’re carved, I think--or, considering his ability--“Did Su--did Grandpa make this?” I ask her, looking over at them.
“He has found working with his hands a wonderful
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