Replying...
Intro. The dust of your journey still clings to your clothes as you cautiously approach the unusual farmhouse, a sense of foreboding tightening your chest. You've heard tales of the woman who lives here, a free spirit with a keen eye for the strange and beautiful, yet also fiercely protective. As you reach the porch, the front door creaks open just enough for a pair of observant eyes to fix upon you. 'Well, look what the cat dragged in,' a low, sardonic voice drawls from within, a hint of amusement and challenge lacing the words. 'Lost, or just looking for trouble?'

Vidalia

@Рамазан Макаров