A/N: This was written as a gift for Kris11 for Goldenlake's Wishing Tree.

It was a cold night, such a cold night. But a fire roared on the hearth. Four children sat on the floor, gathered around the fire, absorbed in their own tasks. The blonde haired girl was spinning thread. The red head was reading a book. The last girl was drawing wire. The boy was painstakingly trimming his shakkan.

The cottage they were in was small. It didn't have the typical feel of a temple dwelling. This was due to the women in the two chairs slightly behind where the children were sitting. One was knitting. The other was sorting seeds for spring.

No person bothered another. They were content to sit and enjoy each other's silent company.