Maisie
Kara, it would turn out, had made it her mission to give me a tour of every nook and cranny of the stone castle in thirty minutes.
She bobbed up and down with nervous energy, zinging this way and that with so much energy, it was almost difficult to keep up.
We barely spent any second in the large library lined with shelf after shelf of archaic looking books that caught my interest before she took my wrist and pulled me along with her down the length of the hallway.
"And this is the garden," she pointed over the large field of wild, beautiful flowers of every kind and color, trees of ripened fruits that grew nearly tall enough to reach the skies.
It seemed everything in the ridge grew past what was considered normal. Even the apples were larger than my fists. The air here was richer, the grass greener. Even the skies seemed close enough to touch.
