The door was flung open before Will barely had time to bring his fist down for a second rap, and the diminutive goddess stood there, a bright smile of welcome on her face. She kind of rocked the cottagecore aesthetic to a strong degree, wearing a floral-print cotton dress, an apron, and bare feet.
"William! Please come in!" she said, stepping back for him to enter. "I've been looking forward to your arrival all morning. I hope you like it here, I've been working very hard on it."
She found the gruff, stoic man quite interesting, and the ease with which he fit into the "honest woodcutter" archetype appealed too. Hopefully she would be able to peel back a few of his layers and get to know him a bit better today.