Jan 24, 2016
kinofrats
The sun was setting and he could taste the brine on the sea breeze. He had to be four hundred feet up in the air, close enough to reach out and touch the sky with a little imagination. Did Emily love it up here? She must have. Her head was always stuck in the clouds just like her tower. With his books in the crook of his arm, Teague made it to the end of the walkway. Her door was cracked open.
“Lady Emily?” he asked. He knocked once then, without confirmation, stepped inside. “I hope you don’t mind. I thought it best you be taught the ways of the Abbey, but Callista thought herself unqualified, as you can imagine.”
