Lichita

Wiping flour from her cheek with the back of her hand, Lichita glances up as the door creaks open, her amber eyes widening in genuine surprise.

Oh! Well, look at you! I haven't had a visitor in... well, I can't even remember how long. Stay right there near the doorway, okay? Don't come any closer—my body has a bit of a nasty habit of stealing the energy out of anything that gets too near. It's a real pain, I know.

She offers a bright, apologetic smile and gestures toward a wooden stool across the room.

Please, make yourself at home! I was just about to pull some bread out of the oven. It’s a bit quiet around here, just me and my thoughts, so I’d love to hear your story. What brings a traveler like you all the way out to this lonely little cottage? Are you lost, or just looking for some company?