@terragate Ardelle Hawthorne wore a peach hoop skirt dress with black lace trimmings, her long blonde hair was half way tied up in a bun while the rest of it lay across her back curled. As she walked the streets alone she pulled on her black cloack, feeling the winter chill in the air. She gathered her hair to one side and pulled on the black hood to cover her face. She wanted to be left alone while she walked to her house. Her small feet hit the dirt road softly and silently while she shuffled in her dress across the road and towards the darkness that stretched from the town to her house. Her house was located in the middle of two towns, one abandoned and one full of people. She had no neighbors and she lived alone. Ardelle's mother and father died in a fire two years ago and left their fortune to the only living Hawthorne left in the bloodline. Ardelle doesn't have any other living relatives, but she doesn't mind being alone. She always thought she was a burden to the people in her life. Ardelle was born in a weak condition and she's never been fully healthy. She bruises and gets ail rather easily and finds it hard to do day to day tasks on her bad days. Today was a good day though. Ardelle managed to walk to town and socialize with a few store owners who provided her food shipped directly to her house, since often she couldn't get into town. Ardelle was nearing home but still walked in the dark path that led to her house, which had one lit candle in the window so she could see it from her path. But the closer Ardelle got the more she started to get a sinking feeling in her gut and began to worry, but she wasn't sure what she was worried about.