Filming had been tough today, and he had more than a few bruises with the stunts he had to do. ‘How’s the sketch coming along sweetheart?’ ‘I...t’s going well. I think I have enough rough sketches to start my main one.’ ‘Are you coming back to the trailer soon?’ ‘Yeah, I’m beat.’ Chase got up and grabbed Sam’s hand pulling her up behind him. ‘You’re beat. You haven’t spent all day getting thrown off a horse.’ ‘Hey, you’re the one who insisted on doing most of your own stunts. And anyway, if you. I stood up and put the top on. It felt so good to wear; it was like a cheap cashmere, but obviously wasn’t. It still felt good to have on. I pulled my hair out of the towel and let it fall down my back. It still wasn’t dry, but was starting to get its curl back. There wasn’t anything that I could do to straighten it. I have tried for years to straighten my hair, but it always goes back to curly in a few minutes. I shook it out and let it fall again. It was really curling up now and would be. Briefly he wondered what might be behind them before deciding he probably didn't want to know.He couldn't hear the chanting anymore. The castle wasn't that large though. He should be able to rely on his sense of direction to take him to where the sounds were coming from.Easier said than done in a realm where topology seemed more like general guidelines than a concrete set of rules.Phil crept down the same staircase Rosa and Verdé had led him down on the way to the baths. At the bottom he turned. In spite of Traci's long blonde hair, which I had confirmed as her natural color long ago, she was a very intelligent woman. She was a college graduate with a mechanical engineering degree and worked for a national company designing many of their robotic machinery controls. I had developed a very healthy respect for her knowledge.I had prepared an old time confectioner's shop to use as a set for our photo shoot. It was similar to one I'd used for some other ladies, including a small marble.