[ She glances at Ferran at the compliment. By the passing light of the lanterns, the cracks become even more obvious, but even so, she remains focused on getting the door open and ushering them inside.
As she pushes the door, Ferran may catch glimpse of the attached greenhouse, and the glow of the dawn flowers (and lunar tears) coming from within, but the warmth from inside the house is even more inviting. She slowly eases off Ferran, keeping an eye on him as she leans against the door to take off her boots.
Thankfully, she can no longer see her own breath. ]
That was the greenhouse. [ Stating the obvious, perhaps, but it's at least comforting. There's a slight nod of her head in the direction they just came from. ] I'll show you tomorrow.
[ In the meantime, Ferran will find no shortage of the glowing petals and flowers around the house: all over the floors and in jars along shelves. ]
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As she pushes the door, Ferran may catch glimpse of the attached greenhouse, and the glow of the dawn flowers (and lunar tears) coming from within, but the warmth from inside the house is even more inviting. She slowly eases off Ferran, keeping an eye on him as she leans against the door to take off her boots.
Thankfully, she can no longer see her own breath. ]
That was the greenhouse. [ Stating the obvious, perhaps, but it's at least comforting. There's a slight nod of her head in the direction they just came from. ] I'll show you tomorrow.
[ In the meantime, Ferran will find no shortage of the glowing petals and flowers around the house: all over the floors and in jars along shelves. ]