Geneva let the door of the rustic cabin to shut behind her loudly. With a dull bang it resettled, reclaiming its position surrounded by the wooden frame. The gray lady was excited, and careless enough to allow her entrance to be heard. Typically she tried to be as quiet as possible. It was just something that was ingrained in her nature. But now, she wanted to be noticed, and by one creature in particular. With scarcely hidden excitement, the female, in Optime form, raised her gentle voice. The volume of her voice was louder than normal; Jefferson had been known to steal away for a winter's nap before, and she wanted to rouse him.
"Jefferson? Jefferson! I am by the fireplace. Come here."
Satisfied that her mate would hear her, the delicate-boned female straightened the skirt of her summer dress. It was shorter than she usually wore and fell to her knees, and it was a pale color. Age and time had worn away what had probably been a light pastel hue. Now it was washed out, but she still liked it. Wearing a longer skirt didn't make sense in the winter, although it would have kept her warmer. The longer skirts would become sodden by the snow and weigh her down. Her hair had been shorter in the summer, but now it was long enough to barely brush her shoulders. A piece hung in her face and she impatiently tried to rearrange it; however, this chunk of hair was too short and just fell back into its place.
She claimed a seat in Jefferson's rocking chair, a bright and mischievous smile playing on her delicate features. Then, with a second thought, she moved to sit cross legged on the braided rug in front of the hearth. If she had roused Jefferson from a nap, he might be grumpy, and baiting him probably wouldn't lighten his mood any. One of her slim hands rested on a pouch slung over her shoulder. She couldn't wait til he saw it. With anticipation, her lime green eyes were wide as she waited for him.