Musty odors assaulted her nose as she picked over piles of broken machinery and half-filled crates. A startled squeak of terror made her giggle.
“Another spider, Ellie?” Seraphina glanced over her shoulder. Her sister Eloise glared back.
“Don’t make fun, Feena or I’ll let you go on alone.”
Seraphina rolled her eyes. “Go then. I don’t need you.” She slipped past the remaining crates and peered through the ornate grillwork of the lift. Tugging the metal, she was rewarded with a screech as they slid open.
“Feena! What if it falls?”
Ignoring the tremors in her stomach, Seraphina stepped in.
I’m having some fun with Seraphina, the resident of Rachel’s magic mirror. Perhaps before she was a wise cracking fairy godmother (or whatever she is) she was an adventurous young girl.