Kelra watched the red door from her hiding place behind the moss covered oak. Vines covered the red door and wrapped around its frame. The trees stood on either side of the door providing to it both a frame and protection. The door was wooden and had a silver mail slot with the word "letter" on it. Creeping towards the door, Kelra looked about her cautiously surveying the trees for any sign of danger.
Her elven instincts told her that this door was important to her quest, that she must pass beyond it to move forward. She was Kelra, the elven shaman of Fortuous. It was her duty to complete the quest given to her by the shaman before her. Her quest was to bear the seed of the west marshes. What the fuck did that mean.
Kelra contemplated the door, not yet wanting to touch it for fear of activating some magical ward. She strained her pointed ears, but heard nothing. Reaching into the pouch at her waist, she took out a cluster of reddish brown berries. Thoughtfully chewing she sat on a rock allowing her short green skirt to ride up and reveal all of her green and white striped thigh high stockings.
Juice from the berries dripped down her chin and she hurriedly licked herself clean. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear she decided to write a letter. Kelra took from her pouch, a quill, a piece of parchment, and an inkwell. She wrote, "May I enter?" and signed her name. She folded the letter. Getting up from her perch, she slowly opened the letter box. Listening to the letter fall, Kelra didn't notice the rock she was previously sitting on stand and contemplate pinching her firm pearly white ass.
The animated rock decided it was much better to pinch her than to let such an opportunity go by, and so, he reached up and pinched her perfect little ass cheek, giggling as she jumped. Kelra shrieked and fell on her face, ass in the air. She looked back at the rock as the door in front of her opened.