Anjelita always loved the woods - something about the way sunlight filtered through the green leaves, making it feel as though she were crossing from one world and into another - one rife with magic and mystery, and possibilities.<br/><br/>And...<br/><br/>"A ginger bread house?!" she mutters, a tinge of incredulity in her voice. "I must be mad..." her eyes widen as she takes one tentative step closer...<br/><br/>...and then another...<br/><br/>She had never ventured this far into the woods. And she had never done so on such an empty stomach.<br/><br/>"Well...I am a little peckish..."<br/><br/>She ambles forth, eyes darting to take in her surroundings before she comes upon the door. Behind it she can hear talking, the hum of conversation, and she can smell the most wonderfully delicious scents that have her swallowing lest she starts to drool. She scrunches her nose, looking up, contemplating entry. What if she is interrupting someone's meal? Or a party she is not invited to. Well, with her stomach rumbling and the lure of the potential of delectable treats, she grasps the licorice knocker and knocks three times.<br/><br/>"H...hello? Is anyone about?"