ELARA
"Do you think I'm in deep trouble?" I queried Harold, carefully, as he guided me back to my room, his mood having dampened- if I could judge from his muddled expression.
"With Gerald, one can hardly tell," he grumbled, not sparing me a glance. His gait was levelled, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist.
I kicked a pebble in my path as we turned into the garden filled with various flowers, once more assaulted by the sweet fragrances. Determined to enjoy this moment while it lasted, I tilted my nose up to inhale. That was when I caught the black shadow crossing over the clouds, signaling an impending storm that evening. I also became aware of the sound of the billowing wind and the massive flight of birds seeking shelter.
"It's been a while since I
