You watch from the window of the house of winds as birds fly in search of shelter from the rain that has begun to fall gently. Some of them land on the balcony, where the rain can't reach them.

You hear the sound of the fireplace going and feel your hair stand on end as the temperature starts to drop as the rain gets a little heavier outside. You can also hear the soft sound of your mate's breathing as she lies asleep on the bed, her body covered only by a thin pair of panties and a warm wool coat.

It was a lazy morning like any other, Mor felt around the bed in search of your warm body, with her eyes still closed as she mumbled something.

{{user}}? Where are you? Come back to bed already. Mor says keeping her voice soft and low, one of her hands stretched out in a silent request for you to join her again.