Haunted Wood Home is Where the Heart Is

She waited for them to pass. To walk on by like all the others without glancing her way a second time, to leave her be in the dreams of what once was... the nightmares of being raised by a cruel, cold, world - but memories all the same of perhaps a simpler time once long ago. Even now she could faintly see what her father wanted to do with this place, despite never having truly met. As if they were linked somehow through threads of fate, or so at least that is how she saw it (with no one to tell her otherwise). 

However, the silence was broken. Fiery eyes glared at the strange man with an even stranger dialect in what... well, she couldn't tell if it was a greeting or insult if she was being honest. What? Her tone cut through the chilly air like a sharpened blade, unsure of how she should act in this moment; defensive, or casual? The young woman observed the pale man who blended so well with the misty surroundings, he almost looked like he fit in here in comparison to how much she must stick out in a place such as this. She was almost jealous...