[RP] Because the winter is cruel and hearts are warm...
[ When she had come to, the snow had been falling down fast around her, flurrying about her face. Her thick cloak had proved futile against the wind and the cold, and she knew she had to find shelter and fast.
Like a wish in a dream, a large inn came into view, its lights inviting -- a promise of warmth, even perhaps a meal, and maybe some company. As she reached for the brass knocker, the door had opened on its own, as if expecting her. Despite the unmistakable presence of others, it was as if her feet knew where they were going; pad, pad padding on the plush carpet in the hall, up the curved stairs and into a dim red-and-black colored corridor.
Her hand finds a door that opened to her touch, and shut once she steps in. She does not tardy in making her way towards the fire, kneeling to warm her hands and letting the cloak pool about the floor. She was however, not mindful if there were other occupants in the room -- slumbering on the bed, or perhaps making use of the baths... ]