the ceiling, cursing whatever fate had prevented her from sleeping all night. Apparently, even that little escape was too much to ask. She listened to the sounds of the old castle, wondering if she was the only one awake at this hour. Climbing from her bed, she walked over to the balcony doors and looked out into the dawning day. Even with all that was going on, it never hurt to stop and enjoy a beautiful sunrise. That's when she realized that she couldn't hear the low buzz that had been constant background noise since she had arrived. Slowly reaching out her hand, she tested the door to see if she still got an electric shock. Finding that she could touch the door, she gripped both handles firmly and turned them, opening the doors. Stepping out onto the balcony, she relished the sun on her face and looked out over the water. She inhaled the fresh air like someone starved for oxygen. Allowing the breeze to whip through her hair, she enjoyed the feeling of having it wave around her face. Smiling, she turned in a circle with her arms raised and without even thinking began to chant her morning greeting spell to the universe.
Blessed Mother, Divine Goddess;
Make clear my vision and brighten my day.
Earth Element, hear my call;
May your powers ground me,
May your energies awaken me.
Water Element, hear my call;
May your powers complete me,
May your energies enliven me.
Blessed you are, Blessed you make me,
So Mote It Be .
Feeling better than she had in weeks, Nova sat on the balcony and soaked up the energy from the rising sun, not caring one bit that she did so in her new night gown. In fact, all of her clothes were new. Somehow, Drake had found a small ounce of compassion and gave her a new wardrobe; either that or he just couldn't stand the smell of her anymore. Unfortunately, it included items she wouldn't be caught dead in. Nova was no prude, but she usually left the leather pants and corsets to her sisters, who so obviously enjoyed showing off their bodies. The old saying "beggars can't be choosers" held true in this instance; anything was better than the dirty clothes she had been wearing after her capture.
A knock on the door brought Nova's attention back from her musings. She quickly stood and went in to grab her robe, which was also new. "Come in," she called.
Clack entered and cleared his throat, "Excuse me, lady Nova, but Master was wondering if you cared to take a turn about the loch this morning."
Nova looked at the imp suspiciously. "Really? Your, um, master wants to take me, a water commanding witch, out to the water? That sounds to me like he is tempting fate."
"Well, tempting or not, my lady, the request stands. How shall I respond?" Clack asked respectfully, waiting with his small hands clasped behind him.
Nova thought about being able to reconnect with water and decided the opportunity was too good to pass up. Being separated from her elements was an uncomfortable experience. "Please tell him I'll be down shortly. Thank you, Clack."
The little imp nodded his head and left to inform his Master of her decision.
Nova went to the wardrobe and checked out her selections. Obviously the leather and lace were out, as neither were appropriate for a morning walk. Finally, finding a pair of light weight cargo's hanging toward the back, she pulled them out. Grabbing a blue cami and matching sweatshirt before closing the closet. Quickly donning the clothes and a pair of sandals she found at the bottom of the wardrobe, Nova ran a brush through her hair and headed for the door. Realizing that this door had also been dispelled, she walked through and joined Clack, who was waiting for her in the hallway. Being a castle, the windows were few and far between, so the hallway was dimly lit. She couldn't wait to get outside.
Clack led her through various hallways and to a much narrower staircase than the other night. Descending, she found herself in the same area she had been when she ran away from
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