It was a mixed bag of citizens BeMi observed as she swept out the cottage she had selected for herself.  It was small, basically a single room with a fireplace for cooking and a bed off in the corner.  The mattress was not to badly worn and she had brought her own sheets and blankets along with other household needs.  A kettle of water began whistling on the hob as she dispatched the last of the detritus that had invaded her new sanctum and went to set a nice pot of tea to steeping.  She would welcome the company of guests for a while.  The lowering sun was somehow ominous.<br/><br/>Scrubbing the table and setting out mugs and a plate of biscuits gave her something to do and kept her from rubbing her forearms exposed by her rolled up sleeves.  BeMi felt a prickling along her skin where the fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end.  She would have to get to some baking on the morrow but the sweets would suffice for this day.<br/><br/>"I wonder how wise it was to make the move here," she mused as she went back to the open door and watched the hustle and bustle of others getting settled nodding back to those who nodded or waved a greeting.