[Poggio]

Timidly Robin step though the gate. He could not help but feel he was being watched. With a deep breath he followed the trail up to the womans house. In his hands he twisted one of the blue roses that was not resting in his hair. Lighty Robin knocked on the door. Inside he could hear a crying kettle. He knocked on the door. It creaked open before the sound could reverberate thought out the humble abode. “Hello?” Robin said questioning the space for his entry. He pushed his head inside the cottage asking with hellos if he could enter.