By the time they reached the tiny cabin, Lorelei and Peter were soaked to the bone and Petey had burrowed himself down the front of Lorelei's tunic to keep himself from the rain. Peter reached the door first. Flinging it open, he grabbed Lorelei's arm and pulled her through the door.
"I don't think this is going to lighten up any time soon," Peter said. Lorelei didn't hear him. She was too busy taking in the beautiful cabin. It was slightly bare, but the few furniture is had was beautiful. Plush wine colored sofas were located around a fireplace that took up a whole side of the room. On the floor was a soft looking champagne colored rug. The kitchen held a cast iron stove and an icebox in the corner. Lit candles covered all the pinewood tables.
"Do you like it? Susan decorated it."
"It's beautiful," Lorelei exclaimed as she helped Petey untangle his hind leg from the confines of her shirt and set him on the floor.
"Thanks," he said as he shook out his fur. "Everytime I'm in the rain, I get wet. I don't like getting wet. When I get wet, I get cold" Petey stated as he came under the attack of a case of shivers.
"Me too Petey." Lorelei's statement was followed by a sneeze.
"Oh, sorry. If you go into the bedroom, there's a wardrobe full of Susan's clothing. You look about her size so it should fit. I'll start a fire. That should help you warm up a bit Petey."
Lorelei walked through the door Peter pointed to. Closing the door behind her, she took in the room. A wide bay window revealed the raging storm outside. Lorelei flinched as a flash of lightning cut the sky in half. Quickly lighting a candle, she opened a huge standing wardrobe.
"Wonder if this will take me to another world also," she muttered with dry humor.
Lorelei gazed at all the rich and royal clothing. She felt like the gorgeous material was being wasted on her. She grabbed the plainest one she could find. It was a sky blue sleeping gown with a square bodice and white stitching. It seemed to flow along her body. She unbraided her wet hair and combed it out with her fingers. Gathering up her wet clothing, shoes, and socks, she went back out to the living room where Peter and Petey waited.
"I'm done dressing," she announced. Peter was fixing the fire and didn't see her enter. He jumped at the sound of her voice and turned to view her. It was all he could do not to ravish her within an inch of life at that given moment. She had to be the most arousing mixture of innocence and womanhood he had ever witnessed in his whole existence. Realizing he must have been staring, he cleared his throat and managed to choke out "fire's done" before practically running to Susan's bedroom to find the spare clothes he stored in the many drawers.
"What's with him?" Lorelei asked Petey who was currently rolling on the rug in front of the fire.
Flipping over, he fixed her with his beady black eyes.
"I dunno. He made the fire though. I like fire. It makes me warm. Don't sniff it though; it burns. You weren't wearing that when we got here. I like it though. Ooh, what's in that cabinet?"
Lorelei chuckled as he dug through the bottom of the cabinet. The little creature's randomness was so entertaining.
"I found a ball!" he yelled excitedly. Petey quickly returned to his spot in front of the fire and commenced to rolling the ball around and pouncing on it.
"Well he looks happy."
Lorelei started and quickly turned around. It was only Peter. He had changed in to a set of gray sleeping clothes. His wet hair was sticking all about. She smiled.
"Thank you for bringing us here, Peter. I really appreciate it."
It was the first time she had thanked him sense the whole incident. "I'm becoming soft. Mustn't let my guard down too much," she thought.
Peter turned red. "It's no problem really. Now I suppose we should get you to bed. You still need rest after that head injury."
Lorelei glanced over at Petey. The little ferret was fast asleep, his leg jerking in the air as he dreamed. She walked over to him and making sure she bent down carefully, picked him up in her arms. He sighed and nuzzled close. He really was a cute little thing.
"But Peter, where will you sleep?"
"Don't worry, Lore. I'll just make myself comfortable out here on one of the sofas. It's no problem really."
"Ok. See in the morn." Lorelei turned in walked in to Susan's chamber, closing the door behind. She pulled back the plush velvet duvet and climbed in. Blowing out the candle, she laid down. Just as she was beginning to drift to sleep, a loud clap of thunder caused her to jump up and yelp. She nearly knocked Petey off the bed.