Chapter One Hundred And Six

The sunset was beginning to hurry itself into the deepest part of the sky, its color turning hue of orange. The evening breeze blew into the windows of the library, the scent of wet flower, wood and old stacked books filled Snow's senses. It was soothing, if she could, she would stay right here in this moment and never leave. It smelt like peace and tranquility with daisies and lavender. It smelt like royalty. She watched the determined twelve year old Moragana who was busy turning what was formerly known as a toad to all sorts of animals that came to her mind. All she did was flick her hand and the animal would change form and identity. An assignment which she thought was impossible had now become a play job.