Fast rising sun
By lace
Arrival
It was that time of dusk when everything had an orange glow and the sun cast strange shadows around the trees. For some reason, everything seemed completely still. No one had seen another car for miles, or even signs of civilizan. Slowly, the van packed with seven tourists pulled up the long forested road headed by a Kildrummy Castle Hotel sign. The lavish manor house was ofset by some of the oldest, most complete inland castle ruins in Scotland and beautiful, extensive gardens. More like a movie site, or dream castle, the place seemed almost too good for the scoobies who's past misfortune had lead them to question the peace they had been getting these past years.
Dawn read the brosheur again as the car slowed into the small, packed parking lot. Surely she would be bored here. Wine? Crackers? Slow walks in the garden? Yawn. What was she supposed to do while the rest of them got some "R&R" and rested their "aching backs" or whatever pains they claimed to have.
Grabbing her huge, heavy bag from the trunk and dashing inside past them, the 17 year old brunette caught sight of a cute, teenage boy wandering amilessly about the common rooms. He looked about 18. Forget boredom.
"How much money is this costing again?" she heard Anya asked apprehensivly as the rest of them entered the elaborate hall.
By lace
Arrival
It was that time of dusk when everything had an orange glow and the sun cast strange shadows around the trees. For some reason, everything seemed completely still. No one had seen another car for miles, or even signs of civilizan. Slowly, the van packed with seven tourists pulled up the long forested road headed by a Kildrummy Castle Hotel sign. The lavish manor house was ofset by some of the oldest, most complete inland castle ruins in Scotland and beautiful, extensive gardens. More like a movie site, or dream castle, the place seemed almost too good for the scoobies who's past misfortune had lead them to question the peace they had been getting these past years.
Dawn read the brosheur again as the car slowed into the small, packed parking lot. Surely she would be bored here. Wine? Crackers? Slow walks in the garden? Yawn. What was she supposed to do while the rest of them got some "R&R" and rested their "aching backs" or whatever pains they claimed to have.
Grabbing her huge, heavy bag from the trunk and dashing inside past them, the 17 year old brunette caught sight of a cute, teenage boy wandering amilessly about the common rooms. He looked about 18. Forget boredom.
"How much money is this costing again?" she heard Anya asked apprehensivly as the rest of them entered the elaborate hall.