The Lomdize Manor
"I think you may be stuck here,"
Çaska's blue eyes look almost silver as they scan the snow, falling so heavy and so thick beyond the window pane that she can scarcely see the driveway from her bedroom window.
Her chin rests on the back of a sofa that runs beneath the snowy glass, eying the snowfall. "At least until it stops long enough to clear." She turns back to her guest, an apologetic smile illuminated under the soft light of her bedroom.
She'll hardly complain; this had meant to be pleasant catchup - a late blooming surprise from the holidays now long vanished into the preceding weeks. She recalls last year, when Viktoria had kept her little gosling under their roof for a time.
It had surprised her, not just Nadia contacting her, but also her accepting an invitation for dinner, though it seems that plan may now be extending. "We could play at a slumber party, hm?"
