A damp, chill wind lapped across the transclucent mauve drapes that teased more than a winking glimpse of the morbid gunmetal Moon, whose dull light peeked through black scudding clouds wrapping the fallow fields in a glistening sheen..."
The Manor's Mistress, Portia cast cold despondent green eyes upon the scene beyond, then turned slowly back into the surreally lit main room; whose guests enjoyed aromatic brandies after the night's fine repast, basking in the welcome glow and warmth of the blazing fireplace; throwing long, shap shadows about while the Mistress turned her gaze back to the approaching darkness; that seemed to flow from the low cloud, through the trees and into the rising gray mist upon the moors...
Jack
The Manor's Mistress, Portia cast cold despondent green eyes upon the scene beyond, then turned slowly back into the surreally lit main room; whose guests enjoyed aromatic brandies after the night's fine repast, basking in the welcome glow and warmth of the blazing fireplace; throwing long, shap shadows about while the Mistress turned her gaze back to the approaching darkness; that seemed to flow from the low cloud, through the trees and into the rising gray mist upon the moors...
The mauve curatins snapped up and billowed riotously, sending an icy chilled shock through Portia as dray horses below reared and brayed invisibly to the liveryman's loudly snapped, "Frau Blucher!"....
Jack.