As i aproach the castle a feeling of joy and pride fill my being,looking at it from afar i smile,the cold harsh scottish wind batters my soft white flesh,flushing my cheeks a rudy ruby red,i am glad i have ridden my colt all the way here instead of taking a carrige as feeling the wild elements of nature reminds me im alive.When i had left my family manner i was demurly riding side sadle,hair tyed back,every ince the lady composed and elegent....a few miles into my journey,i split legs let down my hair and made hast my return to MacLaaran....
