The forest around the Gingerbread House were thick and choked with weeds. The trail, what was of it meandered through mist and seemed to lose itself more than have an end. The faint jangle of metal and creaking of leather accompanied a four beat footstep of well shod hooves. The grey horse stopped at the pressure of the reins on his sensitive mouth. Shaking his great neck with irritation when the pressure was relieved. A stamp of impatience and a snort of irritation followed.<br/><br/>"Easy Myst, I know not this place. Caution is called for. Lest we be surprised with animosity." the soothing voice came to the stallion as the rider patted his neck.  The rider was covered from head to toe in a dove grey cloak. Silver eyes tinged with teal peered from beneath the hood. Tendrils of dark brown hair trailed down her front. The cloak clasped shut with a silver and sapphire pin carved into an intricate knot. Grey suede gloves held the reins loosely, ready to stop the stallion again if he moved forward.<br/><br/>The saddle was dark brown in color as it sat easily on the horse. Blankets of woven wool with a pattern of blue and grey stripes under the saddle. Dark grey boots snug in the stirrups, silver spurs seemed more for decoration.  The stallion swished his tail infrequently as he waited. He wanted to be out from under the slender rider and resting in a cozy stall munching oats.  Standing here in the fog that threatened to become rain soon was not good for him.<br/><br/>A soft sigh came from her wine red lips as she cleared her throat and thought of calling out. The windows seemed to look like there was a cozy fire inside and possibly refreshment if she was lucky.  Her eyes scanned the exterior of the house to look for stables. She did not wish to leave Myst in the dampness of the forest. She took better care of her mount than that. But caution remained as she finally urged the stallion forward to ride slowly around the house to the back. If there was a stable, it might be there. She remained silent as she rode, though it would be hard to mask the movement of the horse as it walked. The jingle of metal and the creak of leather added to his  shod hooves hitting an occasional rock as he walked.<br/><br/>If someone was within the house they might look out the window and see the apparition of the rider as it moved through the fog. Was there really someone there or was it a wraith of the woods?