Snippet #2446278

Ally stood on the front lawn of the House, barefoot, with nothing but a pleaded, violet skirt on that went down to her knees, a decorative, light brown belt that went around her waist, and a white, lace shirt that was tucked into her skirt. She was probably one of the most unprepared Wanderers of all time. Those were her exact thoughts, as she stood in front of the large mansion, trembling all over.

Even now she couldn't believe she'd been chosen to become a Wanderer. Yet, here she was crossing her arms, in front of the House of the Wanderers, attempting to look more stubborn and brave, two traits of which she was not. She was not only trying to look braver, and more stubborn, but she was also trying to make the trembling appear less obvious.

Ally flinches, as the doors to the house open. Out came a ginger haired boy, most referred to as the Master of the House.

"Welcome, To the House of the Wanderers!"

Ally only starred in return, still filled with fear, and disbelief. "So... you're the master of the house, then?" She looked over at the Northerner, who had been the one to ask the question.

"My my! You are a brave little Wanderer, aren't you? Quite bold of you to speak up so soon!" The Master of the House boomed, as he looked over his shoulder, spotting one of the house ghouls. "Florence! Come join Mayor and I, the Wanderers are looking more interesting than usual this year! Well, I'm Love, Master of this glorious House! This is Mayor, my personal house ghoul! And Florence, another house ghoul! Don't tell the others, but... They are my personal favorites. The others are a bit rowdy or gloomy, but don't worry if you run into these two! Now, you should all introduce yourselves! Starting with the brave Northerner!"

Ally looked over at the Northerner, who had bright amber eyes, and bubblegum colored hair.