Gloved hands clasped together in front of the long grey cloak. The clothing was finely tailored and looked damp but not soaked. An intricate silver clasp studded with sapphires held it closed at the neck.  The hood was open enough for him to see a  delicate featured face. Wine red lips curved in a soft smile.  Button nose flared slightly as she took a breath to speak. Eyes were of a silvery shade of blue green, they indicated curiousity and relief. "My thanks for the welcome. It is indeed chilly out here and wet. A dry shelter is all I seek, though some warm mulled wine and a bit of cheese would be welcome." Her voice was melodious and calm.<br/><br/>Waiting for him to step aside she walked into the house. Her movement graceful, her leather boots made a soft jingle as the spurs sang their presence. Her eyes took in the charming decorations and the quaint fireplace. Comfy chairs seemed to invite relaxation. Her gloved hands reached to pull back her hood, letting it rest on her back as she shook out her long dark brown hair. It hung in ringlets framing her delicate face. Turning to face him she gave a short respectful curtsey. "I am Yrwenial Whisperwind. Are you the owner of this quaint place? 'Tis very charming and welcome in these dark dreary woods."