Chapter 46: For company
"I was born around a time when learning combat skills and the art of fighting was more vital than any other form of art," Silas guided Arabella towards the curtained area of the room, "I still managed to find time for other hobbies, nonetheless. As the saying goes, when one truly wants something, they'll always find a way," he stopped to pick a small wooden vase that he rotated between his fingers, in front of his eyes.
Arabella too halted in order to intently watch his doings. Her eyes were strictly on that same little vase being spun in the vampire's hand.
After a few seconds, he set the piece in its previous spot and laid a gentle hand on Arabella's back which caused a spark to shoot up her spine.
Hearing the fuss her heart was making; Silas immediately removed his hand and pushed the curtains out of their way.
Mouth a little agape, Arabella no longer knew where to land her eyes as from big to small, from high to short, many more wooden pieces stared back at her, all carved in different styles, neatly stacked next to each other.
"So, this is your workshop," the young woman blurted before considering her words.
"It is my room,"
Arabella's eyebrows furrowed while her gaze traveled around the place, seeking proof that the room served any other purpose besides a workshop. Aside from a door at the other end of the room, she found none, concluding his bedroom must have been behind it.
"Oh! It is nice to have your bedroom right next to your workshop," she nodded, smiling.