He felt heat and he smelled something sweet, and Rowan felt as if he had just woken up from a long dream.
A dream that seemed to have no end.
He could hear the sound of laughter, it sounded like a child, no multiple children, both male and female, and a tantalizing aroma of what should be a delectable food, and warmth surrounding his body, and he did not want to open his eyes, he simply wanted to preserve this moment as it was.
The laughter of the children rang out again, like the lovely chimes of a silver bell, and he became curious, some things were meant to be explored, and so he opened his eyes and saw that he was surrounded by children.
They were grinning, their pearly white teeth flashing in the gloom, but there was something about their smile that was a bit off-putting. Maybe it was because he had just woken up from a long sleep, maybe that was the reason why their eyes seemed to be dead, as their laughter, as lovely as it sound, did not reach it.