The glint of the fire on the jeweled silver clasp of her cloak drew his attention for only an instant. It was her eyes, though, that seemed to outshine the clasp. Her eyes held his attention even as she spoke. Her eyes seemed to him to be relieved to see someone here, yet wondering who he might be. Her delicate features and red lips seemed to accentuate her eyes and his enchantment of her.<br/><br/><em> "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."</em><br/><br/>As she spoke, he heard no fear and the sound of her voice added to her beauty. He realized he was staring at her and quickly opened the door wordlessly inviting her in.<br/><br/>She passed him and walked into the room. He was aware of her spurs but his attention was drawn to her hair as she pulled back her hood. He saw her head shake and admired her hair. He saw her turn and curtsy and for a brief second he wondered if he should bow in return. He thought her to be of a much higher station in life than he would ever be. "I should be out tending her horse, not welcoming her at the door," he thought to himself.<br/><br/>While pondering his acceptable reply to her curtsy, she said,<em>"I am Yrwenial Whisperwind. Are you the owner of this quaint place? 'Tis very charming and welcome in these dark dreary woods."</em><br/><br/>As she spoke he was aware that she had spoken to him at the door and he had not replied. This thought distracted him from what she was now saying and he caught only words in passing.<br/><br/>"It is a pleasure to meet you," he started hoping that he was somewhat responding to what she had said, "I have only arrived here minutes prior to your arrival. I have visited this house before and have always found the place hospitable. I would expect you would like some refreshment and if you would like to join me in the kitchen we can see what is here."<br/><br/><br/><br/>