The past
The forest awakens under her feet. The murmur of the wind tunes its notes to the chirping of the cardinals. The gold of the sun enhanced the colors, highlighting the palette of greens and browns.
Esmerald, Protector of the forest. She does not know hatred, nor fear.
......
Bells of laughter, stammering, loud laughter. Lying on the greenery, he looked at his daughter. She was magnificent. Two years already.
A pale tan skin, curious eyes open to the world, a smile ... his gaze fell on Esme. She was magnificent. Their daughter looked like her.
Happiness.

The present
Eyes half-closed, Esme burned her world. She was screaming but no sound came out. She wasn't crying. She was dead. Alive and dead. When the house was nothing more than a heap of ashes, she headed for the forest.
She walked in the dark, without fear. She was moving away from their heart, from their soul.
She was just revenge. She would find them. She would kill them.
Ashen growled. He was ready. Esme stared into his eyes.
The journey could begin.

((This is a very short resume of Che'Sarà, Esmerald life.
Each of her houses have a memory of her past, and are build as if the time of happiness was still there))



Main Lodge






Guest Lodge





Cooking house




((Oups, just noticed i could have do better some things, aka hiding holes for example, so i will work on it, but feel free to visit @Esmeraüda on NA))