Raven cautiously pushes the door open. It doesn't simply glide open
as he's almost expecting, something beyond is controlling its
movement. Raven pushes again, alert and tense, ready for almost
anything to be revealed. He's more surprised than he's have expected
when he hears an almost familiar voice gasp “Oh, it's you,” and
he finds Mary standing before him.
“Mary,” he says, “Thank the rivers.” He pauses, looking her
up and down for a moment. “It is you, isn't it?” he enquires.
“May I come in?”
Mary stands frozen for a moment, surprised to see Raven before her,
but also a little relieved. She pulls the door wide open, feeling a
half smile make its home of her face.
“Yes, of course,” she says, “Of course it's me, do come in.”
Raven steps forward, into the hallway, only to be confronted by a
deeper, ancient voice. “Hold it right there,” Oak says, “Don't
take another step.”
