Sun And Moon, Ice And Snow
“Just like when she had deciphered the pillars in the great hall, she worked through luncheon and tea, poring over the markings. When she grew frustrated with the way the blue bands crossed over the red, she took out her little sewing scissors and delicately snipped the threads that held the blue ribbons in place. Carefully lifting up the loosened blue ribbons, the dire message of the red grew all the more clear.
“There’s something strange here,” she told Rollo. “I don’t quite understand it. Something about trapping him without chains, making him beautiful and terrible where before he was only beautiful. I can’t figure it out.”
There was a growl from the doorway. Startled, the lass dropped the parka and scrambled to her feet. Rollo snarled and raised his hackles, then relaxed when he saw who it was.
“Are you all right?” The isbjørn stood on all fours in the doorway.
“Yes. You just, er, startled me,” the lass squeaked.
“I knocked,” he said, sounding apologetic.
Write Review:
User Reviews: