STEP
STEP
STEP
The sound of steps gently stepping on the wooden staircase faintly resounded as she slowly ascended the stairs toward the small hut house, suspended up in the air by being placed on other hut houses.
Snow rained down from the roof of the small hut, caused by the gently flowing breeze that lifted her light orange hair to the side.
Finally, she reached the small hut's footmat, her hands reaching for the knob, only to stop at the last second as she felt the sound of shuffling papers, and her sword-like eyebrows knitted a little.
She could still remember meeting with her uncle and his friend Fernand just a few minutes ago, and now she could still hear the sound of shuffling papers.
The only person that could be was...
CLINNCKKK
The doorknob creaked under her gentle hand force as the door fully opened up, giving view to the inside of the small hut.
Golden Tickets and Powerstones are greatly appreciated.