Staring over at Nic, Dersertflower thought a while on her response before speaking; her voice hushed as if telling a private story.<br/><br/>"Truth be told I'm a traveller, I lost my way when the weather turned foul and I happened upon this place"<br/>Stretching her legs, pointing her toes daintily like a ballet dancer she smirked to herself at her own private inner musings. "Log fires are quite charming though, aren't they?"<br/><br/>Looking toward VisionBaby, Desertflower felt humbled that she had shared the concept of her work.<br/>"Your writing does sound intriguing, I do think people jump to depict killers as monsters, forgetting they're humans just like ourselves. I hope in time you reach a stage where you're willing to share some extracts."<br/>