Writers POV
The two sisters walked through the passageways with frantic steps as they blithe moved with accurate speed, timed and precise. Their gowns flared with the wind that blew gently across the cove.
“What had the enchantress asked us to do again?” Aerovela asked her sister as they both turned into a corner that leads to the large council board room that was used to hold meetings for all esteemed members of the cove.
“The enchantress had asked that we go and deliver the report of how the subject is doing at the moment Aerovela, keep up.” The other sister answered in a sharp tone that left no room for a reply.
The two turned another corner and were finally met with giant ostracon doors that stood rather tall and rigid with two guards at each side of the giant entrance.
The guard
