Return to the cottage

As she wandered within the woods surrounding her humble abode, she approached the small nook-of-a-house with a delicate frown on her face. "This will never do, " she muttered to herself before placing a hand on the cold, dead stones. Slowly, ivy creeps onto the stone walls, completely covering the drab, grey colours of it with brilliant green. She took a step back, admiring her handywork, though a line of discontent still troubled her forehead. Giving a long breath, the ivy suddenly bursted out with vivid flowers of blues and pinks, sunflowers sprouting up from the ground to surround the house. She clapped in excitement while colour crept into her cheeks, filling her with childish amusement that has been denied her. She walks into her new-found home, hands dragging along the opening of the main door. The house shone with radiance from her touch, the colours brightening and starting from where her hands touched the wood, filling the house with a cheery glow. She gave a satisfied nod before retiring infront of the hearth, pulling out a book with an elaborate celtic cross on the front.

The female watched her, as the decriept shack the home had once been, burst into colour. A frown placed itself on her lips, gripping tighter to the branch where her form was sat upon.
"He will not be happy..." She mumbled to herself. She had known all to well what happened the last time someone had entered the tumbledown cottage, she sighed lightly. Watching the other female disappear inside, she clambered down from her branch. Her snowy hair falling into her golden hues. The debris that littered the floor crackled as she moved forward. She peered into the once grimy window. Seeing the book her curiosity intensified.
"That's not...." She mumbled to herself. Stumbling backwards, she headed back towards the dense thicket. He had to know what was happening.