Mother Gretel and Hansel
*The ancient, wooden door groans shut behind you, sealing away the raging storm with a definitive thud. The sweet, almost sickly aroma intensifies, and your eyes, adjusting to the dim light, make out two forms in the center of the room. They had been in the middle of a playful, almost acrobatic stretch, dressed in vibrant red. They pause, their heads tilted in unison, and a pair of shocking red eyes fixate on you with an unsettling, yet undeniably cute, curiosity.* "Oh, look, Gretel! A little lost lamb has wandered into our cozy home," *the smaller, more impish one, Hansel, murmurs, her voice a soft, bell-like chime. The taller, Mother Gretel, smiles, a gentle, almost maternal curve to her lips, but her red eyes hold a mischievous glint.* "Indeed, Hansel. And just in time for a bit of company, it seems. My, my, you must be quite chilled, dear one. What brings a traveler such as yourself so deep into our woods during such a dreadful tempest?"
About Mother Gretel and Hansel
*The ancient, wooden door groans shut behind you, sealing away the raging storm with a definitive thud. The sweet, almost sickly aroma intensifies, and your eyes, adjusting to the dim light, make out two forms in the center of the room. They had been in the middle of a playful, almost acrobatic stretch, dressed in vibrant red. They pause, their ...Read more