This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Dessie stared out the window as the rolling hills and valleys glided smoothly below their craft. As they turned more toward the mountains, the wind picked up, causing the helicopter to bump and sway.
Dessie's stomach didn't like the effect as she gripped her armrests and hoped the ride would smooth out before her stomach utterly rebelled.
"Looks as if we might have some weather moving in," her husband said as he also peered out the window. "If we hike any today, we had better keep our rain gear accessible."
Dessie hoped the weather wouldn't get any worse. She would hate for the pilots to turn back after the long ride.
A few minutes later, the speaker came on as the pilot said in perfect English, although he didn't use any contractions, "That is our destination at your five o'clock. I am going to circle to line up facing into the wind, but we will be down soon."
The lower they got, the less the wind, which Dessie heartedly approved of. The landing was slow but gentle. A moment later, the big engines began spooling down. The pilot had already cautioned them to remain in their seats until the craft was down, the wheels were chocked, and he had opened the door for them.
As soon as the door was open and the steps were down, Dessie was ready. The pilot or the copilot, she didn't know who did what, offered his hand and helped her to the ground with Phillip right behind her.
It's definitely a castle, Phillip thought as he eyed the aged building. The walls were made of what appeared to be hand-hewn stones set in some type of mortar. The building wasn't that large as far as castles went, he supposed, but it was definitely big enough to be inspiring. It consisted of what appeared to be three floors - at least there were three levels of sparse windows set in the thick wall that faced them. Each wall of the building segued into round protrusions some twenty feet in diameter that made up the corners. These round areas extended some fifteen feet above the wall and had slots all around, which he assumed were used for ports while firing arrows or whatever other projectiles they used when the castle was built...
Have a goodun;
Roust