Verecund Manor
RYOH
Ooh, I'm cold. I hadn’t realized how windy it was out there. This place is lovely. There are windows on three walls and a huge oak door that must lead into the house. The plant growing out of a pot on a tiny table by the outside door must have been a vine, because it circles the whole room, clinging to the frames around the windows and trailing over the door. It must be lovely in the summer. It looks a bit dead, now. Other than that, there isn't much here, except a brass umbrella stand by the inside door.
Don’t trip over that iron thing on the floor. I think its a boot scraper. It’s pretty: two dragons or birds or something facing away from each other in a shallow saucer. Their wings make a little bridge you can rub your sole along.
The door has windows, but they’re much too high to see into. I can only tell that there is some kind of light on inside. It's fairly dim.
I love these old places. They’re just packed full of charm. Give me your hand for a second. Can you feel the knocker on the door? Guess what it is!
Wait, I’ll tell you! It’s a lady’s hand. She’s holding a smooth ball and you have to hold her hand to knock. It’s heavy, isn’t it? I suppose door knockers have to be made out of iron to be heard all through these rambling old places.
Wait a moment. I hear something. It sounds like a baby, crying, but softly, like it’s far away, or sick or something.
At least we know somebody’s home. Pull that girl’s hand and lets get in where it’s warm.