In the middle of the forest stood a small wooden cabin, the harsh frost from
the winter has taken claim of the outer walls, but inside paints a different
story. Through the icy window sat a woman in candlelight, her emerald eyes were
looking down into the book grasped between her hands. The soft smile on her
face was a constant while her eager eyes explored the pages. The peach woolly
sweater she wore had a brown stain on it; a consequence from attempting to
drink a Hot Chocolate while it