The medic soon found herself driven into the woods at the request of the false sorceress.Īa the unhappy pair travelled the forest itself did it’s best to express it’s displeasure, placing thick brambles in their path at an alarming speed, and hemming them in at every turn. Her companion seemed to be having a little more luck, having at least found the witch they sought, though she’d found on closer inspection that the crone was a fool and a fraud, who’s reputation for wisdom seemed mainly to come from her clever servant. The beast had scarcely touched her when she fell, looking to all the world a dead woman. The writer was able to flee, but the scholar was not so lucky. Please.” She begged, though unbeknownst to her it was already too late. It was she, then, who first noticed that they’d wondered too close to something best avoided, though she was too kind not to stop him blundering into the beast too. The writer seemed unconcerned with the risks they faced, dismissive of the monsters the scholar knew could stalk behind every tree. The pair had ventured further into the unfamiliar woodland than seemed perhaps sensible, and while the Scholar had been convinced she knew her way as they entered, the traitorous trees seemed to twist around them, blocking the light and making any path at all tricky to find. The scholar met a writer of great renown, and meagre mettle, who proved a fine companion, at least until danger first came to call. As with so many well laid plans, each in turn, distracted by the newness of the village, and the details of the task at hand, separated from the group and found themselves alone. Two went forth into the village, while two remained to search the forest. They came seeking answers from a wise old witch, and it was too this end that their party was separated. Alcina raised her head and sat upright, eyes glued her eyed to the main doors.Ī long time ago (depending on your perspective) four travellers came to find themselves on the outskirts a small village (or one which seemed to them very small) very far from home. You almost thought she had fallen asleep until suddenly her eyes were open, glowing their beautiful gold. Her eyes are closed and all she can focus on is your rhythmic breathing and the feeling of your fingers gently massaging her scalp. Alcina lounged on the couch with her head resting on your lap. It was one of those days that you’d call perfect. It started off nice with the two of you lost in your own novels, but it wasn’t long until the vampire grew bored and wanted cuddles. You and Alcina settled in the library for the afternoon. None of the staff was being chased down the corridors in fear of their life and even better there were no crashing sounds of decorative pieces being broken.
The girls were unusually calm going about their business in and out of the basement, keeping their messes down there for the most part. It was a quiet day at the Dimitrescu Castle.
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