There was a set of pictures hanign on one of the walls and she went over for a closer look.  They were oils of some kind, spring landscapes featuring lush meadows and idyllic woodland...<br/><br/>"Hello there, I am not sure where the owners of this home are. Are you travelling alone?"<br/><br/>The voice made her jump back from the pictures and turn back towards the centre of the room. A loud yelp of surprise escaped from her mouth. Breathing heavily, she addressed the woman who was quickly searching the room and soon handed her a woollen throw. The itchy fibres rubbed against her smooth skin, irritating it slightly but at least it was warm and that was all she needed at the moment.<br/><br/>"Umm, yeah, I was just passing through and got caught in the storm." She gestured to the window where outside the rain and wind was buffeting the small cottage, "I'm Martina. It's nice to meet you."