Chapter Thirty-Three
An eerie chill in the air caused Charlotte to shiver. The chill didn’t settle well with the scattered fog surrounding the afternoon sky. It seemed odd that such fog could still remain as it neared afternoon. Charlotte could barely see through it now to the meeting place four hundred paces in front of her. Snowflake wasn’t with her; she’d told the tiger to remain behind. Charlotte found it strange when the animal seemed to understand and obey her, but she assumed it had been saddened by the capture of Starlyn. Of course, it had always been Charlotte’s dream for animals to understand the commands and emotions of humans. A faded memory of faerie tales her mother used to tell her swirled in her mind. The memories transformed her expression of concentration into a grimace.
