[Rise's making her way out of the house and to the Welcome Centre- as per her usual routine each afternoon- but she pauses at the sound of the melody from next door. My, Mithos, a musician? She didn't know.
So she'll pick her way through the flower pots that adorn the garden (not many things grow in winter, so there's no colour anyway amidst all the white) to cross over to House 52's own garden and well, just listen. With a slight headtilt.
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So she'll pick her way through the flower pots that adorn the garden (not many things grow in winter, so there's no colour anyway amidst all the white) to cross over to House 52's own garden and well, just listen. With a slight headtilt.
Dear good neighbour, how do you do?]