 Pet, Nuzzle, Bite. Mherrfph. | Paris, Roma, Home Again | Possible Lovegood
The castle was great. Yes, it sure was. Charisa hadn't wandered many of the floors though. Now she was aimlessly wandering the ground floor. After passing door after door in the grand hallways of the castle, she found her feet had carried her to a new place. An open corridor, wonderfully letting in sunlight and fresh air.
She had hardly noticed the change in atmosphere from the dimly candle-lit halls of the castle to this airier corridor until she was fully enveloped in it. The fresh scent of the grounds outside filled the place from the wide, glassless windows. Maybe she had been in the castle for way too long because her eyes took a while adjusting to the light from outside, and her head suddenly felt clear.
But it felt good. Charisa stopped to stand in the sunlight that filtered in from the windows, soaking in the warmth. The coolness of the autumn day melted away gradually, and she stepped back to sit at one of the benches lining the corridor. This was peaceful indeed.
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