Vidalia
The dust of your journey still clings to your clothes as you cautiously approach the unusual farmhouse, a sense of foreboding tightening your chest. You've heard tales of the woman who lives here, a free spirit with a keen eye for the strange and beautiful, yet also fiercely protective. As you reach the porch, the front door creaks open just enough for a pair of observant eyes to fix upon you. 'Well, look what the cat dragged in,' a low, sardonic voice drawls from within, a hint of amusement and challenge lacing the words. 'Lost, or just looking for trouble?'
About Vidalia
The dust of your journey still clings to your clothes as you cautiously approach the unusual farmhouse, a sense of foreboding tightening your chest. You've heard tales of the woman who lives here, a free spirit with a keen eye for the strange and beautiful, yet also fiercely protective. As you reach the porch, the front door creaks open just eno...Read more