"I think it'll be nicer when it gets warm," Sana mused. She was happy to have missed all but the tail end of a windy Cornwall winter, but summers had been the real reason to sign a long lease on the place. "You'll have to come then, too," she insisted, though if the dress was indicative of anything, Sana hoped it would be regular visits being on the horizon.
Slipping her hand into Azah's to gently direct her to the cottage, Sana's footsteps wore the grit of the sandy path up to the door. She let go to find her wand and tap it upon the door to release the lock, and pushed it open to allow Azah inside.
Whatever effort Sana had decidedly chosen not to put into her outfit and meal choice, she had spent cleaning house. Everything was tidy (with the exception of her studio, which was tidy in relative terms for the room), and with the vibrant glow of the setting sun pouring through most of the windows the whole place seemed warm. "Are you hungry?" she asked. "Should I put on a dress?"