The rain fell lightly at first, pattering against the windows while Rowan moved across the room, pulling each one closed before making his way to the next. Rosalind briefly glanced up from where she was kneading dough in the kitchen, then suddenly paused as something occurred to her.
"What about the seashells?" she asked, her eyes widening.
"I have them with me," Rowan replied as he shut the last window.
The rain continued to fall outside while the fire burned brightly in the hearth of the sitting room.
He then walked over to the kitchen, searched for a jar, and began emptying the seashells from the cloth into it. They made soft clinking sounds as they landed inside, and although the jar was larger than expected, the shells only filled it halfway.
After closing the lid, he carried it over and held it out for her to see.
"Looks like we'll have to find more seashells," he said.
Rosalind nodded as she glanced at it, though her fingers never stopped working through the dough.
