@aumarot
the woman’s home was idyllic , perhaps the place of fairy tales . of course her design was entirely intentional , assisting weary travelers or those who found themselves shunned from prior communities was her remaining goal in life after leaving the mountain . a natural clearing was the small cottage raised , rambling vines of roses covered the outside and flowers and bushes were the garden . for those not looking , the house would only blend into the forest , unseen and safe . a small creek provided constant sound effect to the life , with birds and other animals flitting through the undergrowth . there was no other conclusion that this was a place of security - of rest .
jules , however , was kneeling over a flowerbed . clearly tending to the growths with care that only a healer could , though with a premonition did her head turn abruptly . she could feel something here , though she would not place such simple mortal terms upon it . it felt familiar instead . “ wherever , and whoever you are , if you are to keep out of my sight , you are not welcome here . and you may move on from my garden . “ she would call out with intention . “ those who hide too oft have ill intent , i will not have malaise brought to my home . “
