Tuesday morning brought Scottish rain, but the sun still peeked out of the clouds. All in all, a normal day. Mists hung from the mountains, lower than the remaining snow on its peaks. The sound of the waterfall in the distance, testified to the continuing meltwater. Peeking out of her curtains, Tempest assessed the weather compared to her current outfit. She'd hit just the right note yesterday, but today she wanted to dress to impress Mrs Ratchet. She'd made a great impression on the old hag yesterday and she wanted to continue to leave her alone with her 'work'. Isabelle had caught on much quicker than she expected and actually seemed to enjoy her achievements. Filing was obviously her forte. This had given Tempest half a day to get stuck into her project, which allowed her to gather load
