Chapter 7: A Kidnapping's Silver Lining

The midday air is fresh and cold, moving along a little young lady's uncovered shoulders as she lowers the windows. She shudders somewhat as the air transforms into a swift breeze, slapping at her cheeks. Incensed by its unexpected power, she moves up the window rapidly, rushing at her delightful mother for solace.

"Presently, presently, sweet youngster, quiet down," the goddess says, the words liquefying like spread through her lips. Her hair was a profound ruby red, her eyes as green as a glade on a brilliant summer day. Her girl has similar highlights, imparting no resemblance to her father. Notwithstanding, the young lady is honored with her dad's captivating, loud snicker and calm character.

The young lady is sneezing in the lady's hug, delighting in the glow the woman gives. Presently she isn't crying as a result of the fierce breeze, but since the premonition bound through the air, the premonition no one but she can detect. It carries with it incredibly cool, its dreadful paws