It had been market day in Watervale and Edenbrooke, the two towns closest to the portals between Fantaja, the mansion, and the human world. Letha traded baked, dried, and canned goods to both human and fantajan merchants for things like milk, flour, and sugar. Sadly, the merchants were the only ones who remembered the place even existed.

The mansion had once been meticulously maintained, and was the setting fo many human/fantajan meetings. As relations deteriorated, meetings happened less and less. The place eventually fell into disrepair as most of its residents and caretakers either left or died. The gardens were allowed to go wild, so now the grounds are covered with a nice mix of vegetation from the woods and plants that were once cultivated. 

A lot of the plants in the yard were ripe for harvest, and Letha had spent the day picking them between merchants. She was harvesting grapes off of the vines that climbed the walls as she listened to the howls. Even the more domestic dogs that stayed near the mansion wanted to join in, but Minnie, the smallest dog, let out a short howl and everyone fell silent. The little dog walked over to an opening in the wall, and looked out.

[i]Is someone out there?[/i] wondered Letha stepping over to the opening, since Minnie hardly ever left her side. She looked out, and immediately spotted the woman standing in the road. “Hello there. Are you ok?” She asked with a concerned smile.