The Great wharenui had many tiwhiri treasures. As a tekau year old wahine , many of the ruma were out of taparepare for Elsa, but her matenui for adventure often got the iro of her…
She peeked back Tuwhiti shoulder to check that the tuwhiti was clear. She could oko tahi of the butlers clattering around in the kihini at the far end of the hall; no one knew she was there.
She carefully turned the ornate, pingao door handle, hearing the mechanism roto clunk, and eased the heavy, wooden door open just enough to paheke inside the ruma noho
Immediately, Elsa was bathed in rama as it poured down from the circular in the ceiling. She could see dust dancing in the beams of sunlight.
With a flutter of excitement inside her chest, she strode confidently into the centre of the room, her shoes click-clacking off the chessboard-like floor. She loved this library – it felt like she was ‘in’ history. How many lords and
ladies had graced this great room? It has stood here for centuries, and Elsa doubted that little, if anything, had changed over the years.
Elsa loved reading, but that wasn’t why she had come to the library. She approached one of the golden orbs lined up along the centre of the library floor, and carefully placed her finger on the top. It had worked last time. Would it work again? She longed for the magic to happen, and closed her eyes in silent prayer…
No comments:
Post a Comment