One lone light on in the tower?
Hmmm....
Wow, Cardy does have great taste! If we're nice to him, maybe we can all move in! Darks and Nully will get the dungeon of course. Libby and Lady J can have the parlor so they can entertain us. Gran, you and Resty can have the kitchen. Sharkie gets the moat, of course and I'll take the tower so I can play Rapunzel with my hair. :P
Hey! You're supposed to be on my side. Alright; what'd he pay you?
Of course, if it were a perpetually balmy climate and I had a magnificent steed at my disposal, I could likely adjust. Oh....and the shopping networks and a pocketful of credit cards.
Grannie, grannie what am I to do with you. You have revealed that which only should be known to my maidens after a long, tiring, apprehensive journey through the all concealing woods in a remote part of the Black Forest. Their sweet bodies carefully covered and warmed by that red lined black cloak, that comforting extension of their sole protector in this strange land.
Valiantly moving towards a fate they cannot imagine but are willing place their trust and simple faith in their champion and true friend, the honorable and courageous Cardy.
You know, my dear tattling gran, how I orchestrate the arrival by the lake for my lady guests to the Chateau in my personal coach, timing our arrival late in the evening to enhance their sense of dread, and abandonment, a ghostly moon illuminates the wind tormented trees pointing the way, as they bow their heads, toward the island castle in the lake.
The reflection of the water are the grace notes for the pregnant silence that quicken the senses , subtly coaxing these sensitive consorts, those special children of nature whose whole existence reminds them of their closeness with the web of life, designed by evolution to feel and understand elemental power and sense the fearsome yet thrilling pull of the unknown of they nestle close to their only protector , their only anchor in this foreboding environment.
Let their sparkling eyes see the scudding clouds hide, if only for a moment their sister moon and in that shadow darkened landscape the Chateau calls to them in that mysterious language only a woman can comprehend.
We will adjust dear gran we will adjust...