[they start with text and then you gotta ask and be invited! but shale would invite her so we can assume she texts and they open a portal beneath her feet. whoosh!
marie will find herself inside a cottage that is very old-fashioned, fairly small and extremely cluttered. everything is made of wood and appears handmade and old, like something sturdy that has stood the test of time, but is a little lovingly worn. the only lighting in here is the gentle glow of candles, the fire in the hearth, and a lantern set out on the table, but there are cozy looking rounded windows with cheerful shutters that let in a crack of light and allow a peek out into the misty green garden space outside.
the particular room she arrives in looks like an eating area. there's a simple round wooden table and seven mismatched wooden chairs clustered around it, with seven place settings. (two additional chairs are in the corner near the hearth in case they come to be needed). a vase containing fresh cut lilies and painted with little butterflies and beetles sits in the middle of the table. in the corner, there's a small hearth fireplace giving off warmth, while a pot of something sits on the fire. it smells like something delicious is cooking. she can see a doorway that might lead into something like an old-fashioned kitchen.
despite these cozy vibes, there's something desperately cluttered but also impersonal about the place. the entire cottage she can make out is a little dusty. there are some places where there are cracks in the floor and walls and little plants or an assortment of mushrooms are poking through. a beetle (jewel green) skitters here and there. there are old teacups left out in random places, with rings of tea still in the bottom of them, and stacks of various items like bowls, containers of dried herbs, and gardening tools just left out haphazardly, gathering dust, forgotten. it altogether has the feeling of a place no one has actually lived in for a very long time, or a place that was one full of people and abruptly abandoned. the only indication it hasn't been abandoned are the large footprints occasionally tracked through the dust, mostly moving between the hearth and the hallway, as well as the fact that the food cooking clearly hasn't spoiled and the lilies on the table are fresh.
the walls are covered with shelves containing cute, handmade looking knick knacks and plateware. the plateware - cups, dishes, bowls, utensils, kettles - is all a mismatch of various cute colors and patterns, but no piece seems to go with any other piece. a lot of them are chipped or cracked. the knick knacks include wooden, painted figurines of an azure dragon curled around itself, a graceful little rose colored fox baring its teeth, a playful golden shiba inu, a mouse in a school uniform, a crow with its feathers puffed up, a cautious orange weasel, a lizard in a baseball cap, a cute little bluebird, a noble looking german shepherd, and an egyptian-style falcon, but there's actually a lot of space on the shelf for more figurines, and impressions in the dust that many more suck knick knacks once existed there. on the walls there are many hoops and frames that one would expect might contain things like embroidery or art projects or pictures of loved ones. instead, they all depict various species of butterfly, sometimes in embroidery, sometimes in paint, and sometimes just as a sketch.]
w4, tuesday
marie will find herself inside a cottage that is very old-fashioned, fairly small and extremely cluttered. everything is made of wood and appears handmade and old, like something sturdy that has stood the test of time, but is a little lovingly worn. the only lighting in here is the gentle glow of candles, the fire in the hearth, and a lantern set out on the table, but there are cozy looking rounded windows with cheerful shutters that let in a crack of light and allow a peek out into the misty green garden space outside.
the particular room she arrives in looks like an eating area. there's a simple round wooden table and seven mismatched wooden chairs clustered around it, with seven place settings. (two additional chairs are in the corner near the hearth in case they come to be needed). a vase containing fresh cut lilies and painted with little butterflies and beetles sits in the middle of the table. in the corner, there's a small hearth fireplace giving off warmth, while a pot of something sits on the fire. it smells like something delicious is cooking. she can see a doorway that might lead into something like an old-fashioned kitchen.
despite these cozy vibes, there's something desperately cluttered but also impersonal about the place. the entire cottage she can make out is a little dusty. there are some places where there are cracks in the floor and walls and little plants or an assortment of mushrooms are poking through. a beetle (jewel green) skitters here and there. there are old teacups left out in random places, with rings of tea still in the bottom of them, and stacks of various items like bowls, containers of dried herbs, and gardening tools just left out haphazardly, gathering dust, forgotten. it altogether has the feeling of a place no one has actually lived in for a very long time, or a place that was one full of people and abruptly abandoned. the only indication it hasn't been abandoned are the large footprints occasionally tracked through the dust, mostly moving between the hearth and the hallway, as well as the fact that the food cooking clearly hasn't spoiled and the lilies on the table are fresh.
the walls are covered with shelves containing cute, handmade looking knick knacks and plateware. the plateware - cups, dishes, bowls, utensils, kettles - is all a mismatch of various cute colors and patterns, but no piece seems to go with any other piece. a lot of them are chipped or cracked. the knick knacks include wooden, painted figurines of an azure dragon curled around itself, a graceful little rose colored fox baring its teeth, a playful golden shiba inu, a mouse in a school uniform, a crow with its feathers puffed up, a cautious orange weasel, a lizard in a baseball cap, a cute little bluebird, a noble looking german shepherd, and an egyptian-style falcon, but there's actually a lot of space on the shelf for more figurines, and impressions in the dust that many more suck knick knacks once existed there. on the walls there are many hoops and frames that one would expect might contain things like embroidery or art projects or pictures of loved ones. instead, they all depict various species of butterfly, sometimes in embroidery, sometimes in paint, and sometimes just as a sketch.]
Hey. Sorry, little bit messy.