Summer Wind Finally Speaks ~ by SaralynArati

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Thanks so much, Falak!! I deliberately put her in the same clothes she wears in the background of the "siblings" doll, so that blue would become sort of a signature color for her. :)

10 years ago

Falak

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Lovely!

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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Story continues on this doll: httpwww.dolldivine.com/Other-Dolls/SaralynArati-2934934

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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"He's been absolutely livid since your escape. Unspeakably foul and nasty tempered. I could go on, but you've met him. Please tell me you've come to kill him." At that point, Jonas climbed over the balustrade and into the room. "Kill Mourning Cloak? I wouldn't know how. Can't we all just leave now and save the introductions and explanations for later?" said Jonas urgently. Summer Wind looked searchingly from one face to the other. "Mourning Cloak? Then you don't know... I can't go."

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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And it went well, very well indeed. The lowest accessible level proved to be the kitchens, and there was a small fire burning in the hearth. Summer Wind herself was singing toast and boiling an egg. When she saw the face of her half-sister ascending over the railing of the balcony, the young girl was quite brave, and neither screamed nor fainted. She did however, drop the toast into the fire and overturn her pot of water. "Oh thank Heaven," she breathed. "You did come! I hoped you would!"

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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There seemed to be no guards, human or animal, which implied the presence of magical booby traps and alarms. To neutralize these, Jonas would need inside help. Happily, he had an accomplice who could float like a cloud, and was knowledgeable about magic. From there, all they had to do was find and liberate Summer Wind; this might prove difficult, of course, but it was impossible to arrange to deal with every single contingency. So they waited for a clear yet moonless night, and tried it.

10 years ago

SaralynArati

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As he began to catch glimpses of the castle from afar, Jason the hero ransacked his brain and his bag of magic tricks to cobble together a strategy for getting into the fortress. Hopefully, getting out would be as simple as reversing the process, but he wouldn't count on that. Key to these plans was a rope acquired from a fakir that unwound itself into the air and could carry the weight of several men with no support whatsoever. He judged that it would reach at least up to the lowest balcony.

10 years ago