In the evening, The Lord's mansion grew calm. In such hours, in regular days, it was roars and noises streaming around from Elizabeth. But this time the courageous girl was in her room preparing for her journey. Inside their room, Elizabeth put the blades inside the pods on her legs, her leather brown pants glowed as she put her feet down the chair. Her black boots were long and would keep her safe from cold.
"I ruined your birthday and your eagerness for the Snow feast."
Said Luna who was already prepared, her fury green cloak was held between her gloved hands, she was seated on a chair, her head tilted, eyeing her sister's shadow that was moving quickly. She was truly fast, like a fire that was rushing forward with the rushing squall.
