The wood surrounding her was ancient by design; lumbering oaks had been chopped down long ago to fuel a lumber trade long dead, their remnants fashioned and nailed into place with iron and brass and copper that was so very far from modern steel. The porch wrapped around to portray its footing as innocent and inviting despite the roughness of the surrounding terrain. Though, when she thought long and hard on it, she managed to realize that it was likely clear enough when the place had been new.