Run for a shelter!

Me and my friend were on the snowy peak of a mountain. The weather was going worse, so I tied us with a rope to the rock.

Then, after some time, we somehow slided down to the green, prolific valleys. The landscape was fairytale, yet I could sense in the air something looming. Nevertheless I felt no dread, just a need to hide. We started to look for a shelter. I had a strange feeling of being omnipotent, for I was picturing all follow-ups of my actions. While trying to hide somewhere I already known that I would be spotted there.

So, when I was entering a manor I instantly known the arrangement of the rooms. On the second floor, on the back of the building, I found several children playing. They were holding their hands and dancing in the circle. I felt that this is the best shelter - to join this fun.