It was a long walk from the hall where they meet the sisters of Ezra. They first had to walk down the spiral stairs which seemed to take forever for them too reach its end. Snow and Morgana were gaping for air to breathe while Odella looked in perfect shape.
"Why is there a torturous staircase that leads to your room?" Snow asked through pants. The five year old Morgana was too tired to speak. She laid on the end of the stairs with her arms on the step above the one where she sat. Her curly black hair glued to her sweaty forehead and her small body heaved up and down till she was able to breathe through her nostrils properly.
