Post by Starry Dancer on Oct 24, 2011 2:44:31 GMT -5
Here it is!!!!
It was still dark when a loud rapping pulled Mina Lind out of the deep comfort of her feather bed. It’s just like the beginning of this madness, she thought to herself. Had it really been only a week ago that she had been similarly awakened and sent out to the Western reaches of North of North to seek the Travelers? Mina could hardly believe it- so much had happened in the past seven days! After three days spent in the air and the locales surrounding Styginmoor, she, her steed, Nightingale, and their newfound allies Strahlen Feld and Tarragon had returned to Trail’s end and Rolandsgaard castle to begin planning their search for the missing Travelers. They hadn’t gotten far; despite hours spent rifling through the shelves of the Library of the Ages, they still had no clue about how to get into the insular world of the royal fairy court in the Emeraldian Wilds.
Now, the time for research was up; Mina threw on a pair of thick leggings, one of her favorite fuchsia tunics, a thick gold sash, and her trusty riding boots. Her satchel sat at the foot of her bed, packed with everything she would need for a quest. There’s nothing more to do, then, she thought to herself. A shiver of excitement rushed up her spine- I’m leaving on my first ever Valkyrie quest!
Mina’s thoughts must have transmitted themselves through the halls of the castle to the stables, because Nightingale, Mina’s seal-brown Pegasus mare, appeared at the casement before you could say “savory twints.”
“We ready, girl?” Mina asked, already knowing the answer. In reply, Nightingale swooped lower- the perfect height for Mina to step directly onto her back from her balcony railing. Giggling, Mina leapt onto her steed’s back, and they shot off in an exhilarating spiral around and around the highest tower of the castle. The sun was just sparking off the far Whitemantle peaks when they dived through the Wind’s Eye and into the throne room.
The sending-off was a quiet affair, comparatively speaking. In a whirlwind of colorful horses and clothes, Mina and Nightingale had connected with Strahlen and Tarragon. The bright yellow horse was beating his huge green-feathered wings in a frenzy of excitement. Clouds of sweet smelling dandelion and mint filled the room; clearly, this is what Tarragon had eaten for breakfast. Thus, it was quite a shock for the girls and horses to go streaking off into the half-lit dawn, north towards the Pools of Reflection. It was high time for a prophecy.
It was still dark when a loud rapping pulled Mina Lind out of the deep comfort of her feather bed. It’s just like the beginning of this madness, she thought to herself. Had it really been only a week ago that she had been similarly awakened and sent out to the Western reaches of North of North to seek the Travelers? Mina could hardly believe it- so much had happened in the past seven days! After three days spent in the air and the locales surrounding Styginmoor, she, her steed, Nightingale, and their newfound allies Strahlen Feld and Tarragon had returned to Trail’s end and Rolandsgaard castle to begin planning their search for the missing Travelers. They hadn’t gotten far; despite hours spent rifling through the shelves of the Library of the Ages, they still had no clue about how to get into the insular world of the royal fairy court in the Emeraldian Wilds.
Now, the time for research was up; Mina threw on a pair of thick leggings, one of her favorite fuchsia tunics, a thick gold sash, and her trusty riding boots. Her satchel sat at the foot of her bed, packed with everything she would need for a quest. There’s nothing more to do, then, she thought to herself. A shiver of excitement rushed up her spine- I’m leaving on my first ever Valkyrie quest!
Mina’s thoughts must have transmitted themselves through the halls of the castle to the stables, because Nightingale, Mina’s seal-brown Pegasus mare, appeared at the casement before you could say “savory twints.”
“We ready, girl?” Mina asked, already knowing the answer. In reply, Nightingale swooped lower- the perfect height for Mina to step directly onto her back from her balcony railing. Giggling, Mina leapt onto her steed’s back, and they shot off in an exhilarating spiral around and around the highest tower of the castle. The sun was just sparking off the far Whitemantle peaks when they dived through the Wind’s Eye and into the throne room.
The sending-off was a quiet affair, comparatively speaking. In a whirlwind of colorful horses and clothes, Mina and Nightingale had connected with Strahlen and Tarragon. The bright yellow horse was beating his huge green-feathered wings in a frenzy of excitement. Clouds of sweet smelling dandelion and mint filled the room; clearly, this is what Tarragon had eaten for breakfast. Thus, it was quite a shock for the girls and horses to go streaking off into the half-lit dawn, north towards the Pools of Reflection. It was high time for a prophecy.
She's starting off on her first adventure! How far she's come! I wonder what the prophecy will say...
