That look of wonder is one she never gets tired of seeing in others' faces as they approach her house. It is certainly one of a kind and has evolved over the seasons she's spent here. What was once a disheveled shack has become a beautiful witch hut. The windows have different stained glass images that illuminate in just the right lighting. She has quite the collection of windchimes in her front yard and in the spring, her garden is alive with wildflowers and plants.
"It is! Come in, come in, I've got the fire going. You can sit anywhere you feel comfortable," she tells the girl and leaves the door open so she can follow Corr in. When the other mare enters, she'll likely be bombarded by smells. There is the scent of old books, musky incense, woodsmoke and just a hint of patchouli. Phoebe will find that everything is cluttered (or Corr's organized mess, as she calls it). Books are scattered in small piles, there are dried herbs and roses hanging from the ceiling, stones arranged on an altar and then her table by the fire with a single stack of tarot cards. It's what Corr truly calls home.
She starts to set things up to get a pot of tea ready and hums to herself as she goes through the motions. Tea is such a routine for her, she could make it in her sleep. After filling the pot with water, she takes it to her fire to boil, then turns back to the woman.
"What kind of tea do you like? I usually go for cinnamon or apple in winter - or both," she says, making her way back to her cupboard that has her tea stash. Even she's overwhelmed by scents when she opens the door as all the herbs, flowers and fruits begin to mix together in the air.
"Oh, and what shall I call you, dear?" she asks with a laugh, realizing the sunset girl never said her name. "Do you live in Terrastella too?" Corr can never keep herself from chatting up a storm even if the other might not be the same way.
"Speaking."
"It is! Come in, come in, I've got the fire going. You can sit anywhere you feel comfortable," she tells the girl and leaves the door open so she can follow Corr in. When the other mare enters, she'll likely be bombarded by smells. There is the scent of old books, musky incense, woodsmoke and just a hint of patchouli. Phoebe will find that everything is cluttered (or Corr's organized mess, as she calls it). Books are scattered in small piles, there are dried herbs and roses hanging from the ceiling, stones arranged on an altar and then her table by the fire with a single stack of tarot cards. It's what Corr truly calls home.
She starts to set things up to get a pot of tea ready and hums to herself as she goes through the motions. Tea is such a routine for her, she could make it in her sleep. After filling the pot with water, she takes it to her fire to boil, then turns back to the woman.
"What kind of tea do you like? I usually go for cinnamon or apple in winter - or both," she says, making her way back to her cupboard that has her tea stash. Even she's overwhelmed by scents when she opens the door as all the herbs, flowers and fruits begin to mix together in the air.
"Oh, and what shall I call you, dear?" she asks with a laugh, realizing the sunset girl never said her name. "Do you live in Terrastella too?" Corr can never keep herself from chatting up a storm even if the other might not be the same way.
Corrdelia Maude.
@Phoebe <3
