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Time for adventure?
There was snow was falling outside the window of the castle tower. Lane sighed, as she walked back to her bed, and flopped down. It seemed ages since she had last been allowed outside. They kept saying that it was too dangerous for her, but she couldn’t help wishing that she could go out and feel the cool wind on her face, and watch as Dippy, the cat made footprints in the snow as she pounced on perceived mice and rats.
She was a quiet girl, and usually more than happy with her own company, but sometimes, she felt restless, and longed for a bit of an adventure. “After all” she argued with her overprotective uncle, “Lightning very rarely strikes the same place twice” He wouldn’t listen, and every time she asked him about it, she saw the dark shadow deepen across his forehead. She reached out absent mindedly and stroked Dippy as she padded along the floor beside the bed before leaping up and settling herself beside Lane, purring deeply.
Lane rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, where paintings were elaborately set into the wooden beams. Hunters on horses, with bows and quivers full of arrows stared proudly down at her. She shuddered, and closed her eyes, feeling a deep sense of loss for all the poor deer that had been hunted through the years.
