Chapter 72 - Chapter 72: Not a Domestic Individual

The gravel and mud shifting under her feet, Aribelle scrambled up the hill at the back of the Castle. The air leaving her lungs in puffs, they trailed behind in wisps as she grabbed a tuft of soft green turf. The mystical creatures of Fayedon no longer considering her a terrifying entity, a few sprites played and mimicked her ungraceful execution of the task. Her audience, rolling and laughing as they watched her pull herself back over the ridge, she cast an indignant look towards them. Shaking the leaves and dirt from her skirt roughly as she came to the top of the treacherous incline, Aribelle muttered a complaint in the sprites' direction, "You guys are no help at all."