After what seems like ages Shado comes to a halting stop just outside of the glow that is emanating from the windows of a house that appears out of nowhere. Tilting his head to the left slightly he drops to his knees and ponders to himself for a moment.<em>"should I venture into this place?"</em>, he thinks to himself as his body lifts itself off the ground having already made its mind up for him.<br/><br/>Reaching out Shado takes hold of the cool to the touch knob and turns it to the left. As soon as the door cracks open the smell of the interior intrudes his senses. The smell of belonging and many tales adventure assaults his mind. Images of people coming and going and returning flood his thoughts as he presses the door further open. Taking a step in and letting go of the door his eyes swim from nowhere to the glow emanating from the warm flames on the logs in the fireplace. Several open chairs surround the area nearest the flames of which some are occupied while others are open. Moving with a silence born of him, Shado creeps along the shadows to one of the open chairs and silently falls into it. As soon as his body hits the seat it is instantly relaxed. A soft sigh escapes his lips as the feeling of comfort takes control. Something that he has longed for and almost forgotten.