>"Perfect, thank you."
>Pat her on the head.
>You pat Rumia on the head. She smiles into the barrier.
>"I think I need to look into this. I'll try to be back shortly."
>"I was getting used to sitting around here, anyhow," Mokou replies. "C'mon, pipsqueak." Rumia wanders off after her.
>Enter!
>You step through the barrier. It is a curious sensation. Two curious sensations, in fact. One, more mundane: an odd tingling across each part of yourself as you cross the threshold. The second, rather more unusual as you sense the history around you shift. It's momentarily jarring, but passes quickly enough.
>You are in a small grassy area, surrounded by the barrier on all sides. In front of you is a small cottage with a gabled roof, perfectly mundane in appearance. There is very little else to speak of, and in fact, there would be very little room to put anything else, were it here.