She had been traveling for awhile, and she was getting weary. Looking about the woods, she silently cursed to herself, noting that she probably should have marked the path from whence she came in some sort of manner. Roni sighed, almost positive that she had somehow been turned around. Where the path branched, she debated which fork to take.<br/><br/>"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—<br/>I took the one less traveled by,<br/>And that has made all the difference."<br/><br/>She muttered the end of Robert Frost's<em>The Road Not Taken</em>aloud to herself as she decided to take the less well-worn path. It was worn enough, but it seemed as if it hadn't been used in some time. Perhaps it had been the weather… When she came to a clearing, she looked around closely for any forms of life. The…wait… no way. Was that a gingerbread house? Balking, she didn't think too much as she stepped up onto the porch. With a surreptitious glance around, she licked the doorknob. "Mmmm peppermint…"<br/><br/>Her curiosity sufficiently piqued, Roni abandoned her reserve and stepped into the place for a look around, shoving her unruly sable waves from her face so green/brown hazel eyes could peer about unhindered.