The forest beyond the Gingerbread house had been full of wild flora, dripping with dew; they had scented the cold air with a honeyed fragrance. She had stopped a short while to pick some, placing a red one into her raven hair, resting it behind her left ear. Returning to the house she had stepped in to find those that she had spent some time with before had long since left and within the walls of the warm haven were several newcomers, one of which caught her eye, he was sat alone at a table far from the warmth of the fireplace and its dancing flames. The layout of the house had changed considerably, she wondered just how long she had been gone for. Averting her attention onto the man sat alone; her hazel eyes appraised his form. There was a certain eccentricity to his chosen garments, he looked to have a story but didn't look as though he was willing to share. Thinking at first to find her own secluded spot she instead yielded to her own curiosity, there was something about him that made her want to approach, though she didn't really know what. Nodding amicably at the other newcomers as she made her way over to his table, she took a seat opposite him. Firstly placing down her flowers, she shrugged off her raincoat and started rifling through her large satchel bag. Finding out a bottle of wine; she proffered it toward him and eyed him steadily, a smile curving her red lips.<br/><br/>"Care for some?"