Bargain Bin
Jul. 24th, 2015 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaolinandboneIsabella Katarina Markova almost drops her teacup when the door appears in her garden.
A long moment passes: then Isabella settles her teacup into its saucer with a tiny clink. Her skirts rustle as she stands, a frown settling on her youthful face as she steps towards the door. She recognizes the wood: gnarled hawthorn, full of knots and imperfections. Someone has carved the doorknob into a stylized rose, anchored by thorned vines of black iron.
Her lips pressed together into a hard line, she wrenches open the door.
A long moment passes: then Isabella settles her teacup into its saucer with a tiny clink. Her skirts rustle as she stands, a frown settling on her youthful face as she steps towards the door. She recognizes the wood: gnarled hawthorn, full of knots and imperfections. Someone has carved the doorknob into a stylized rose, anchored by thorned vines of black iron.
Her lips pressed together into a hard line, she wrenches open the door.
