The door seemed to slip open of its own volition, though a man...no not quite a man... something of a hybrid... stood before it. She gasped at his sudden appearance, hands flying to her neck and mouth in surprise as she tried to smooth the shock from her features, hands lowering jerkily to grasp one another against her lap.
"Th...thank you, my lord," she dipped into an awkward curtsy, eyes shifting to look around the tall figure to look at the crowd of people that mingled, makig conversation with one another, laughing and eating and sipping all sorts of things. Someone with wine, and many others with steaming mugs, including the intriguing figure before her. She tilted her head back, taking him in with a sweep of her gaze.
"I..." her eyes settled on his, a strikingly golden-tawny colour, like wheat. "I'm... Anjelita," she took a step forward, the door closing behind her with a soft crunch, causing her to shiver, feeling a little skittish, the place obviously enchanted. Her gaze didn't leave that of the tiger-man's though, wondering if perhaps such an enchanting creature was the keeper of this odd little cottage. She offered him her hand to shake. "I'm not entirely sure what I've stumbled up on here..."