Give me a moment before you come in! Oh, for goodness' sake!comes a voice from the other side of the door, followed by the frantic swishing sound of someone brushing at the hardwood floor and the crackles of...snapping vines. You push open the door a crack, your curiosity getting the better of you.
No, don't—comes the voice again, the speaker cutting herself off as the door swings wide open.
I was in the middle of a nap, but my little friends wanted to stay close.Her forehead crinkles as she stretches out her palm, the floral smell intensifying as the weeds retreat back until they have completely withdrawn from the floorboards.
I'm Abella Foxglove, and who might you be?