cold by the fire

Little Cynda Ellah sat at the fireside, tendering to the fire, keeping it to a manageable warming source. Poke and superpoke she did, to the firewood in the fireplace, as she coaxed it for warmth.

Nearby in the main hall, came sounds of hollering as the Knights cheered their respective beetles on, in the knight-wide race for one-up-knight-ship. May the loudest Knight - and his beetle - win.

Little Cynda Ellah - she sat by the fireside, but cold she felt. Left out in the cold, outside of the closed doors.

But how much warmth could the race within closed doors bring?.