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Goldy heads downstairs for supper. As usual. Her attire is casual, her demeanor relaxed. As usual. However, there's nothing usual about the way the place feels this evening. Something is ( not right ) different. She has a suspicion before she even gets to the bottom of the stairs. And a glance around confirms it for her.
There it is. The door.
The end
She's never seen it before. Maybe she thought she never would. But there it is, plain as day. Stark, and yet simple. Just a door. And it has her full attention.
It's with some hesitation that she makes her way over. Once there, purpose returns and she turns the handle. She is a curious girl. That's never going to change. The door opens onto a crisp forest glade, mostly pine, with a few boulders scattered around, all sheened in hoar frost. She looks. It's almost as if she doesn't quite see. Her expression is unreadable, her eyes distant and lost.
No. This just won't do.
The door closes with a light snick. She turns away unemotionally and walks back to the stairs. Up them and into her room. She has work to do.
There it is. The door.
The end
She's never seen it before. Maybe she thought she never would. But there it is, plain as day. Stark, and yet simple. Just a door. And it has her full attention.
It's with some hesitation that she makes her way over. Once there, purpose returns and she turns the handle. She is a curious girl. That's never going to change. The door opens onto a crisp forest glade, mostly pine, with a few boulders scattered around, all sheened in hoar frost. She looks. It's almost as if she doesn't quite see. Her expression is unreadable, her eyes distant and lost.
No. This just won't do.
The door closes with a light snick. She turns away unemotionally and walks back to the stairs. Up them and into her room. She has work to do.