[H2][center][colour=#556B2F]Robin Nightingale [/Colour][/center][/H2]

[h3][colour=#556B4F]The Carpenter's House [/colour][/h3]

A simple tune blared from an alarm clock somewhere near by, and an arm escaped the mess that was a duvet to shut it up. Robin let out a heavy sigh, breath misting up the air like a dragon puffing smoke. [I]Again‽ [/i] She exclaimed, [i]How many times do I need to wake up freezing cold before i learn to shut my windows? [/I]Getting up, she rushed quickly to put some warm clothes on, before closing the window quite forcefully in her haste. Next came a lovely warm hearth, Robin set aside a few logs from her pile, and loaded them into the fireplace, smallest to largest, before adding kindling, newspaper and of course a flame.

Another sigh escaped Robin's lips, this time relief. The fire grew nicely as she collapsed into an armchair just within the glow of the flame. A little tittering announced the arrival of a little sparrow sitting on the outside windowsill. Looking down at her watch Robin smiled in amusement " [colour=#556B2F]Mr Edelweiss[/colour]" she whispered, mock-sternly, " [colour=#556B2F]You're early again, but you know that don't you?[/colour]" She said, suppressing another beam. Opening the window the bird, sorry, Mr Edelweiss flew straight in, heading directly for the fridge where he knew his breakfast would be stored. Robin followed and indulged his silent plea, swing the door open and taking out a small dish with miniture fat balls on it, humming quietly to herself as she lay it on the table.

[Indent]"The time has come" the Walrus said "to speak of many things;
Of shoes and ships and sealing wax,
Of cabbages and kings,
Of why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings" [/indent]

She sniggered slightly, before muttering quietly to herself " [colour=#556B2F]Even I know pigs don't have wings[/colour]" she paused momentarily, thinking, before continuing "[colour=#556B2F]but imagine if they did, imagine what wonderful creatures they'd be[/colour]". The little sparrow on the table seemed to choke slightly, almost at the thought of it. "[colour=#556B2F]Oh, no. Mr Edelweiss, I didn't mean that. You're a wonderful creature, but you know how intriguing the unknown and unreal is, don't you?[/colour]" She left the question hanging, whirling around picking up a few needed supplies before heading down towards the main bit of the village. She needed more food, both for herself and her 'pets', so she headed out the door, forgetting to pick up several things like always (her purse for example this time), not realising her answering machine was flashing: she had a message.

[h3][colour=#556B4F]Town Centre and Café[/colour][/h3]
As she strolled quietly down the lane, she heard small birds chirruping in the trees, and other small mammals like wild hogs snuffling on the other side of the hedgerow. It was a short walk however, and she had walked faster than expected, meaning some of the shops she had wanted to visit were still closed. Robin instead settled for a pot of tea and decided to head towards the café. Her anxieties rose however when she saw a flaxen haired man walk into the coffee shop, someone she didn't recognise, and she had to follow him in. As he stopped at the counter to order something, she slipped as she came to a halt and almost ploughed into the back of him; her cheeks flared instantly to a shade almost as bright as the hair on her hair on her head before she whispered "[colour=#556B2F]S-s-s-sorry[/colour]" timidly, scooting off to find a seat and wait until Greyson was free.