A airship called Herminie

Abrubtly, Marie, with her icicle  encrusted hair flying behind her rushed inside to get a rope and snow boots.She was worried,out of the , the once warm sky had changed icy cold and Tom had couched his throat as if he was going to strangle himself. Her little brother had always been sensitive to the coldness of the sky,he would struggle to breathe and his legs would colapse. She had thrown her dark green Dragon skin healing cloak on her brothers trembling body. Looking up she saw icicles appearing on the rigging.The vicious wind was making the airship lurch side to side printing her into action.





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