Jezmerine could barely contain the excitement and anticipation as she sat in wait. Her brother Sam was supposed to be arriving soon. He'd be furious when he saw her state; a broken arm, a broken leg, bound to a wheelchair for at least another month. She was irritated having to be stuck in one place without exploring. The castle in Hedgeqhill was fashioned differently than her home. It was all cold stone, large hallways, and servants sullen with heads bowed. As if they'd witnessed a murder. The girl snorted aloud at that.
The travel had been an experience of a lifetime but she was ready to go home. With her good arm she rolled herself in circles on the polished floor to burn off some of her unending energy. "Ugh, hurrrrrry!" She whined to the empty room around her.
