:: The Cottage ::
Walking through the forest you notice a rather well kept cottage. It's walls are clean, the thatch roof perfectly in order. Whoever lives there must like to keep things clean and tidy. A cobbled pathway leads to the door, which has a round window it in. You follow up the path and stand up tip-toes to look in the window. Very well kept in deed. You wonder who has the time to keep their cottage so clean. You notice that there is no one in the cottage, but as you turn to look away you see movement. Was that a tail?
You step off the porch and walk around the back of the house. Maybe the owner is out back. You walk to the back of the house. There you see a well kept garden surrounded by a wooden fence to keep large animals out. So the owner is a gardener too. After looking around some more you turn to leave. Oh well, maybe next time.
Just then, a voice calls out, "Who are you?" You spin around to see a young girl dressed in rather old fashioned clothing. Sandals adorn her feet and her long light blonde hair is pulled back in a braid running down her back. Other more intricate braids are in the front. Her bright blue eyes drill you for an answer. They are soft, but stern. After some time you answer her, and tell her you were only looking around. You meant no harm. "Oh," she says simply. "Well, just be careful, some of the animals bite."
Walking through the forest you notice a rather well kept cottage. It's walls are clean, the thatch roof perfectly in order. Whoever lives there must like to keep things clean and tidy. A cobbled pathway leads to the door, which has a round window it in. You follow up the path and stand up tip-toes to look in the window. Very well kept in deed. You wonder who has the time to keep their cottage so clean. You notice that there is no one in the cottage, but as you turn to look away you see movement. Was that a tail?
You step off the porch and walk around the back of the house. Maybe the owner is out back. You walk to the back of the house. There you see a well kept garden surrounded by a wooden fence to keep large animals out. So the owner is a gardener too. After looking around some more you turn to leave. Oh well, maybe next time.
Just then, a voice calls out, "Who are you?" You spin around to see a young girl dressed in rather old fashioned clothing. Sandals adorn her feet and her long light blonde hair is pulled back in a braid running down her back. Other more intricate braids are in the front. Her bright blue eyes drill you for an answer. They are soft, but stern. After some time you answer her, and tell her you were only looking around. You meant no harm. "Oh," she says simply. "Well, just be careful, some of the animals bite."