Okay, so she knew where she was, in the dungeons. Like that helped. Bianca was searching for something to feel familiar but of course nothing would. If only her supposed-to-be tour boy Torin was there to help. But fail, she hadn't seen him since the train.
Scuffing her tiny feet along the ground, she came across six pebbles. Scattered. Her slender hand began to twitch, and reached up to begin to twirl a long strand of golden waves. Okay, she had to. Bending down, she placed them in a row. From smallest, to largest.
There, that's better.
__________________ Take me away.
"Oh do you have a story, do you have a story for me?
Do you know the one where we'll all live happily?" |