I am me, a young woman, 22 years old and from a tiny country up in the north of Europe.
As far as this very hectic blog goes, you may expect to find beautiful sceneries, fairy-tales and bits of my life, far too much of various fictional characters and everything else that is somehow relevant to something. Also, occasionally, here be dragons.
For further details I kindly encourage you to take a look at my tags, which give a pretty good overview of the things I'm blogging about.
This is an apology for my followers because my queue is empty and I don’t think I will be able to post very frequently. I’m still in a bit of a haze from my trip and I have so many things to do that tumblr fell drastically on my list of priorities. I’m sorry! I will be back one day, perhaps even not in the so distant future, but first I will need some time off.
"Apart from my transformations, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. For the first time ever, I had friends, three great friends. Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and, of course, your father, Harry ― James Potter. Now, my three friends could hardly fail to notice that I disappeared once a month. I made up all sorts of stories. I told them my mother was ill, and that I had to go home to see her…I was terrified they would desert me the moment they found out what I was. But of course, they worked out the truth…And they didn’t desert me at all.”
And now the rooftops of Blois! Houses crammed so closely together you can’t tell where one ends and another starts with countless chimneys and small terrace gardens. Even I felt an urge to make a small leap and start my own personal race on these roofs.
As promised, my photos of Château de Blois. I’m not yet able to form coherent thoughts about my dreamlike trip, but I will say that I can easily imagine Francis roaming the halls of this castle, walking the winding stairs or hiding away in the small passageways.