Outside of the mansion snow was falling harshly and the storm had gone brutal, howling and bringing shiver to shoulders, making minds jolt in suspicion.
"It will break many trees."
Luna noted, dragging the blanket on herself. She always was afraid of thunder's cries. To her, it was as if a punishment that appeared from the gods to remark them the gods were able to ruin the world in a blink of an eye.
"Yes, but they will grow again."
"Did you talk to uncle about a gardener?"
Luna asked, ducking her head under the blanket as the sky roared again and again. Elizabeth was looking outside, drawing her hand on the steam that laid on the glass.
"Yes, I told him not to take hard on Jason when he is close to his marriage."
Luna smiled, putting the blanket off her head.
"That was so beautiful, I think tonight was one of the most!"
Luna said, forgetting the sky's rage that was plummeting down on earth.
