Alista made her way slowly to the tower roof. There was a strong wind blowing outside, howling through the blasted trees of Felucca, but she didn't really care. She needed to breathe the night air, clear her mind, and think.
There was a new element to the puzzle, and although the pieces were fitting together and the overall picture was clearer, there was still much she did not understand.
She paused at the top of the stairs and lay her hands on the icy cold metal latch of the door that opened onto the tower roof. She could hear the wind howling, beating on the wooden door. She pushed down on the latch and set her shoulder against the heavy wood, sliding the old door open slowly. Suddenly a blast of wind caught the door, ripping it out of her hands and slamming it against the stairwell's wall. She stepped out onto the roof and fought to get ahold of the door and slam it back shut again.
Exposed to the winds fury, Alista made her way slowly to the edge of the roof and held onto the cold stone parapet. Her cloak whipped back away from her shoulders and her hair tore free of its bond, yet in the midst of the winds wrath, Alista stood and revelled in its chaos and strength.
Her wrist ached from all the writing she had done earlier, but she ignored it.
What concerned her right now more than anything else was the new development that had occured tonight. The thing that had actually surprised and confused her.
She had thought the plans would have been to infiltrate the Skara Council -- or even to lay a trap for the General and had prepared accordingly, but she had been wrong.
The trap had been set for her. And only the fact that she had fallen asleep after the meeting had saved her.
Not a stroke of genius, not an unravelling of a mystery, nor even the strength of a strong warrior had saved her.
It had been sheer, dumb luck.
She laughed out loud, and the wind roared in concert with her laughter.
Yes indeed, things were certainly getting curiouser and curiouser.
There was a new element to the puzzle, and although the pieces were fitting together and the overall picture was clearer, there was still much she did not understand.
She paused at the top of the stairs and lay her hands on the icy cold metal latch of the door that opened onto the tower roof. She could hear the wind howling, beating on the wooden door. She pushed down on the latch and set her shoulder against the heavy wood, sliding the old door open slowly. Suddenly a blast of wind caught the door, ripping it out of her hands and slamming it against the stairwell's wall. She stepped out onto the roof and fought to get ahold of the door and slam it back shut again.
Exposed to the winds fury, Alista made her way slowly to the edge of the roof and held onto the cold stone parapet. Her cloak whipped back away from her shoulders and her hair tore free of its bond, yet in the midst of the winds wrath, Alista stood and revelled in its chaos and strength.
Her wrist ached from all the writing she had done earlier, but she ignored it.
What concerned her right now more than anything else was the new development that had occured tonight. The thing that had actually surprised and confused her.
She had thought the plans would have been to infiltrate the Skara Council -- or even to lay a trap for the General and had prepared accordingly, but she had been wrong.
The trap had been set for her. And only the fact that she had fallen asleep after the meeting had saved her.
Not a stroke of genius, not an unravelling of a mystery, nor even the strength of a strong warrior had saved her.
It had been sheer, dumb luck.
She laughed out loud, and the wind roared in concert with her laughter.
Yes indeed, things were certainly getting curiouser and curiouser.
