#creativeinmind

The Doctor’s demeanour had shifted since she’d brought Etienne into the TARDIS. Her usual excitable mannerisms had calmed a little and she seemed a lot more in control of things. She’d laughed at her dazed reaction to the vast space within the police box exterior, set them into flight, shrugged off her coat and had taken Etienne’s hand to lead her on down the many hallways that filled her ship.

“Let’s find you a bedroom, shall we? You humans, always sleeping. Never really seen the appeal myself.”

Thera could tell Etienne was a bit uncomfortable, “Oh, I’m almost ready.” She shot her a smile, “Thank you.” She grabbed the dress she had picked out and slid it on, “Hmm, I think this will do nicely.” It was a short red tight dress with a low cut neckline.

It was a stormy night. Wind rattled down the old stone hallways, snuffing out lanterns as it went as rain filled the old gutters and crashed around the barricades. 

There are things you expect to see in old castles: stone towers, wooden doors, moats and spikes and soldiers. These things, rare or even extraordinary for the casual visitor, soon become mundane if you live there. That’s the problem with the expected. What isn’t expected, however, is a large, vividly blue box, stark against the stone wall, its colour clear even in the dark of night, as the windows were ablaze with light. Next to that, fussing around the doorway, was a woman.