Trustful: Day 11

Word Count: 66,005

Summary of Events:

Rosemarie had run out of fabric from the first dresses, but shortly received some more fabric from Wolfgang, who'd found her other dresses. Wolfgang cut up the dresses, but found that he wasn't able to get as much fabric from them as he'd expected. Rosemarie and Wolfgang tested the ladder's length once they ran out of fabric and found it was too high for Rosemarie to be safe jumping off of. Wolfgang was down at the subterranean lake looking for supplies when Hulda appeared, but he managed to find a crevice to hide in. Rosemarie was trying to come up with a list of the herbs and products thereof that would be useful in their trip, but couldn't decide how to go about doing it.

Excerpt of the Day:

"Startling violently, Wolfgang looked around. He'd heard something, but he hadn't the faintest idea what it was or why it'd woken him.

He jumped again at what sounded like a great cracking. He was shaking too much in and of himself to ascertain if the mountain was collapsing, and the darkness of the night around him didn't help him to see if anything around him was shaking.

The cracking continued, not to mention there was a great roaring almost like a horrible tempest wind was blowing, the sort that would knock down almost an entire forest.

Getting to his feet, Wolfgang went over to the window. There wasn't hardly a breeze in the air. For all the cacophony, Wolfgang was rather unsettled that the forest was as still as it was.

He looked around for the eagle, but saw no sign. Leaning out the window, Wolfgang looked around again.

"Where are you?" Wolfgang called, as loud as he dared.

The eagle appeared on the windowsill.

"What is going on?" Wolfgang asked. "What is all that noise?"

Turning, the eagle took off. Wolfgang watched as the eagle soared away, a sliver of moonlight reflecting off of its feathers, showing an elegant sort of a silhouette which wasn't entirely a silhouette either.

Once the eagle disappeared from sight, Wolfgang moved away from the window and tried to calm himself. There had to be some sort of a rational reason for what all that noise was.

The cracking still sounded, but it seemed to have died down somewhat, or was being drowned out by the roaring. He couldn't imagine what the roaring was.

Pacing about the room, Wolfgang finally decided to leave and see if he couldn't sight the river himself and find out if it wasn't the source of the noise, or if there was some sort of a warmth-induced avalanche somewhere nearby.

As he strode outside, Wolfgang suddenly felt an ill, horrified feeling. Where were his horses? If it was an avalanche, were they safe? If the noise was causing them to panic, they weren't getting hurt, were they?

Wolfgang hurried from room to room, trying to find some view of the river, or his horses, or snow sliding down the mountainside and leaving a bare, treeless slope in its wake.

Finding nothing and coming on a dead end, Wolfgang headed back hurriedly to see if he could get around the other side of the fortress.

A squawk startled him and he turned to see the eagle holding a writhing fish in its talons.

"The ice has let?" Wolfgang asked.

The eagle nodded.

"All we need is the fabric and then we can get out of here," Wolfgang said, a surge of elation rushing through him.

But as quickly as the elation had come, it faded. He still hadn't found any fabric, and he had no idea where to look."