I would like to say that it was a bright, sunny, carefree afternoon, a
group of horses grazing nonchalantly, a gentle breeze lifting the willow
leaves from the ground. But alas, it was not to be.
It was actually a cold, dark, rainy night, one that you would never want to be out in, especially at midnight. And not a soul was out, but for one. And a very small one, come to that. Struggling with a heavy bag over one shoulder, a slight figure determinedly fought through the gale, cloak whipping up in the wind. The freezing rain slowed for a few seconds, letting into view a large castle. More like a manor, really. Quite a few towers and turrets and other such things that make a house a home. Returning to our subject. A relieved sigh escaped lips blue with the cold. The figure stumbled up the steps and slipped through the intricate wrought iron gates. After another long walk up the gravel drive, the dark figure reached the doors. After a moment's hesitation, a pale, graceful, long- fingered hand emerged from the billowing cloak and rapped sharply, briskly, three times on the door.
It was actually a cold, dark, rainy night, one that you would never want to be out in, especially at midnight. And not a soul was out, but for one. And a very small one, come to that. Struggling with a heavy bag over one shoulder, a slight figure determinedly fought through the gale, cloak whipping up in the wind. The freezing rain slowed for a few seconds, letting into view a large castle. More like a manor, really. Quite a few towers and turrets and other such things that make a house a home. Returning to our subject. A relieved sigh escaped lips blue with the cold. The figure stumbled up the steps and slipped through the intricate wrought iron gates. After another long walk up the gravel drive, the dark figure reached the doors. After a moment's hesitation, a pale, graceful, long- fingered hand emerged from the billowing cloak and rapped sharply, briskly, three times on the door.