Post by Megan De Winter on May 2, 2009 9:06:10 GMT -5
The storm broke over the castle walls like a raging dragon, it's fury slamming shutters and banging doors. A howling rage that moaned mournfully through the cold castle halls and set candles dancing. The third clap of thunder woke Megan and drew her to the window, the view showed a storm tossed lake and the trees that wildly bent and broke beneath the power of the wind. A flash of white lightning lit up the landscape followed by the thunder that rattled the panes of the wind spattered window.
She watched for a few moments, a forlorn figure with her pale skin, dark hair and long nightgown of embroidered cotton as the rain siled down and turned the lawns into mud. After several minutes she turned away from the sight and left the windowseat, heading down the stairs into the common room. The warm light of the fire sent warming amber coloured shadows around the room as she stepped into the elegantly decorated space. It was empty and still save for the howling of the wind beyond the curtained windows. Each of the padded chairs facing the fire were in shadow waiting to be sat in. She headed across to the small kettle and filled it at the small stone sink before placing it on the stove and waiting for it to boil.
She reached up and drew a mug down from the cupboard, setting it on the side, she picked up the hot chocolate jar and spooned several large teaspoons into the mug's ceramic mouth. She added milk as the kettle began to whistle and added the hot water, she stirred the heavenly smelling mixture carefully and sat in one of the empty chairs, listening to the wind as she sipped the warming mixture.
She watched for a few moments, a forlorn figure with her pale skin, dark hair and long nightgown of embroidered cotton as the rain siled down and turned the lawns into mud. After several minutes she turned away from the sight and left the windowseat, heading down the stairs into the common room. The warm light of the fire sent warming amber coloured shadows around the room as she stepped into the elegantly decorated space. It was empty and still save for the howling of the wind beyond the curtained windows. Each of the padded chairs facing the fire were in shadow waiting to be sat in. She headed across to the small kettle and filled it at the small stone sink before placing it on the stove and waiting for it to boil.
She reached up and drew a mug down from the cupboard, setting it on the side, she picked up the hot chocolate jar and spooned several large teaspoons into the mug's ceramic mouth. She added milk as the kettle began to whistle and added the hot water, she stirred the heavenly smelling mixture carefully and sat in one of the empty chairs, listening to the wind as she sipped the warming mixture.
