The house she had chosen had been at random; it was somewhat away from the bulk of the village but at the same time not completely isolated, this way social interaction wasn't something she encountered daily but when desired she could find, that and her place happened to have an enclosed wall foundation which required some work and tidying up, but with time would provide her with her own little garden... a safe place to keep both Turnip and Jason rather then holing them up inside, aggravating both birds and leaving them irritable and restless.
She had plans for this house, visions of how each wall, space, room would look with some more time and work; she even intended to make the effort and dedicate time to all three rooms, allowing herself a bedroom, a personal library along with a social space compared to her all-in-one room she had had back in Anathema. It was different, but a good different, eyes roaming around her own new space with pride and great visions for it.
Pushing open her door she gave it a few experimental tugs, testing it's strength to see if it too would need replacing or patching up. Crouching down she ran her hands over the worn wood, placing her face directly in front of the area of which connected the door to the main frame and allowed for it to move, eyes assessing and taking note of the mechanisms and designs used and comparing it to other styles she had read about.
Sounds of life filled the village, others doing as they pleased and being likely more productive then she was at the time. Leaning back she allowed herself to sit upon the ground, back resting on the opposing part of the door frame as she closed her eyes and simply listened, trying to familiarise herself with her new home; and nosy on her quiet neighbours. Moments passed and the woman lost track of time, doing nothing more then sitting and to an on looker she may have appeared asleep; that once until a name called by an unknown voice reached her. Ears perking up she jumped to her feet, jogging over in the direction of the voice and stopping when a dark coloured boy appeared before her. “Hey, did you just call for Niernan?” she inquired, keeping her voice generally friendly.
Photo courtesy of Analog Weapon, texture by SweettEmottion
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