Kay climbed back up the ladder, looking for a towel, or blanket to dry off with. She was giggleing at the difference in temperature once she left the warmth of the spring. As she climbed into the treehouse, she stopped dead in her tracks, and looked around her.
"Oh wow..." That was all she said. But the wonder in her eyes said it all. Spyral had done good. She looked at the Angel, and then at Ragnar and grinned. At the puzzled look on Emram's face when Ragnar pulled him back, she chuckled.
"Um...Spyral's murals aren't just pretty pictures. They hold adventures of their own. And once in one, you usually have to carry it through to come back. Either that or have someone here to help. lol. And sometimes just a finger too close is all it takes to be sucked into the picture."