Third person POV
Inside the lone cottage, in the shank hollow, Ravika sat by a small fireside. A black cloack over her head, eyes staring straight into the fire, as it glints with it's flame. Her hands are wrinkled, pale and her nails slightly curled, darkened almost oxidized black, she stretches her hand toward the fire for it's warmth.
The warmth drifts towards her, hot with particles of ashes scattered in the air, from the flames. Once the heat drift past Ravika, she rubs her hands together to generating more heat. For a second, Ravika peels her gaze off the fire and unto a small pot smearing over the fire.
She grabs hold of a stirrer, sitting inside the pot and begins to stir the content in the pot. It is bubbling, foaming and spilling over, attempting to put the fire out, but rathe
