Stepping out into the garden, she began gazing around to enjoy the foliage as she noticed a figure breaking through the forest line. She shielded her eyes with a hand, smiling warmly at the approaching woman. She was beautiful as the sun washed over her, but her face was uncertain, her eyes looking around in awe and wonder.
“Hello there,” the weaver called as she walked closer to her doorway, “why don’t you come in….” she continued, expecting a name.
“Helena…and thank you” the visitor replied, a nervous smile donning her lips.