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Doris and ??? live in number 11, Setone, Ar'Idil. Setone appears to be set up in a somewhat circular way, and Doris is happy to note that her home is set quite near the center.

When you first enter Doris's home, you may be somewhat taken by surprise by all of the pictures decorating the walls. The pictures depict Doris as a younger woman, a mother, surrounded by her five children, all near the same age, and her now-deceased husband. Their is still plenty of room for the pictures she plans to take of all of the island people and of ??? itself. Trust me. She'll find a way. >>

Doris's bedroom is on the first floor, a makeshift little room conatining only a bed, a small bedside dresser with a lamp perched on top, and a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe. Dierctly across the "hall" from her bedroom is the large and spacious kitchen, the biggest room in the house, and obviously Doris's favorite.

Instead photographs decorationg the walls of her sunny kitchen, there are little post-it notes and drawings hung in random places with cheery saying written on them.

The living room isn't exactly a room, but part of the main section of the house. It's tucked away in a corner, and contains the fire place and hearth, Doris's favorite rocking chair, and a couch and loveseat for guests, her grumpy cat, Draike, and soon, her little Aerandir.

In the corner opposite the "living room" is the large bathroom, decorated in Bird of Paradise Flowers and cool blue tones.

Doris often spend her time, if the weather is right, knitting on her front porch, sitting in yet another rocking chair, ready to offer cookies (or whatever else she may have just cooked - sometimes entire meals) to anyone who may be passing by, as there is nothing that brings her greater joy than to have her cooking complimented and sought after.



The second floor is mainly used for storage for now, as Doris has a bad knee and is unable to climb the ladder succesfully.

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It's just a jar right now, honey. When it's in the mind to have friends, I'll be sure to spoil 'em, too.

Doris walked pensively through her now-empty house. She had lived in this house for the past 40 or so years, through good times and bad times. She could not remember it being so empty.

Doris ran her hand along the wall. There were square and rectangular-shaped marks on the wallpaper, evidence of the picture frames that had once hung on this wall. Their wedding picture had hung here. And Rebecca's Prom picture had been just below that. And off to the side, their first complete family photo, with all seven of them captured on film for the first time.

She remembered the time that Jessica had won that art contest when she had been twelve. She had been so happy, she couldn't sit still for days. They had gone out for icecream to celebrate.

And the time Rebecca had placed third in the talent show. She had bragged about it for months, never letting anyone forget it. How thrilled she had been when she placed first the following year.

Out for icecream again.

And when Cory's basketball team had gone to state. Doris had spent that whole week baking cakes and cookies with their team's logo all over them.

And then they had gone out for icecream.

Doris smiled to herself.

Yes, those had been the good times, alright. The whole house was painted in them. Quite literally, Doris thought, serveying a crayon-drawing on the wall that had never quite washed away.

But now it was time to move on.

Doris nodded to herself, then walked out the front door, locking it behind her for the very last time.

Ar'Idil, she thought. Here I come.