@smilingupsidedown
The sun was making it’s decent, casting long shadows across the Encanto, a gentle breeze causing the leaves to whisper among themselves. The comforting smells of the town followed the wind, baking bread, the wet soil of the crops, the animals that idly picked at the grass. The town itself sat in a pocket, surrounded by forests and mountains on all sides, safely snugged away from the rest of the world by the magical forces that had brought about a miracle so long ago.
A single path cut through a mountain, cracked down its center, and let a winding path through the forest to the center of town. It was down this path that three figures trudged, their path taking them off to a shortcut to the top of the small hill that held a very large, very colorful home. The people who were still about in town glanced after the trio, their curiosity not on the elder nor the young woman who led them, but instead on the newcomer. It was a bit of an unusual sight to see anyone new, but with who they were with it wasn’t worth questioning. The Madrigals were, after all, the reason the town existed at all.
As they crested the hill the house came to life, shutters flapping and tiles clicking in excitement. The front door swung open in greeting as the top window shutter waved to them. The girl in lead laughed, offering a wave back to the home and an, “Hola Casita!” as she walked through. Mirabel waited for her Abuela and their guest, knowing she would be the one to assist if it was needed and more than happy to oblige. Alma turned to face the newcomer, a warm smile on her face. “Welcome to our home.”
