The morning light was really visible and the harrowing breeze still conveyed a piercing sting of chillness to any skin it found itself against. Perhaps not all skin as high flying figure with ripped bodices, pounced through the cold breeze, and brought its footstep to a halt by the hut of an unsuspecting maid.

" Bonis," he called in an unmistaken tenor of majesty.

" Bonis!" He resounded in a much larger voice as he remained rotund by the door of the chamber.

" Luitsi is that you?" She yawned in a sleepy tone. " Get a hold of yourself young lady" Said the tone all over again.

" Goodness....