Disappearing around the corner of the House, the rider stopped the stallion as she thought she heard a door open and close. Or was it her imagination? Myst shook his maned head and scattered drops of rain in every direction.  "Drat! Now it is raining and I do not see a shelter for you, Myst.  Though that large tree seems a little drier beneath its spreading branches. It will have to do."<br/><br/>Guiding the horse to the tree she dismounted and removed saddle and bridle to let him free to find shelter among the trees and to eat his fill of succulent grasses. The tack she set on a convenient log nearby and looked around. There seemed to be no one outside of the house and she did not want the leather to be ruined by the dampness. Carefully waving her gloved fingers over the log she whispered a subtle incantation. The fog disappated in an area of three feet around the log and simply seemed to cause the wetness to avoid the log and its burden. The saddle and bridle and her packs would remain dry and hidden from prying eyes.<br/><br/>The house seemed inviting and she walked to the door. She looked for a knocker or bell and saw none. Taking a shakey breath she knocked firmly. "I hope whoever lives here is friendly." she whispered mainly to herself. Her hood was still covering her head. The long grey cloak almost touching the ground as she stood there waiting. It startled her to find that the door and the decorations looked like candy. A brief frown gave way to a soft smile. It seemed to be impervious to the dampness. Whoever it was that lived there seemed to have magic as well. At least the House seemed to exude a quiet charm.