Night.
Female Employed Quarters, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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On this part of the Theodore Mansion, the night felt serene, enveloped in a soothing, with am almost mystical calmness.
A cool breeze whispered through the leaves of the old oak trees that stood as silent sentinels around the back of the mansion.
The sky was a vast canvas of twinkling stars, each one shimmering with a distant, ethereal light. It was a night that seemed to be holding its breath, and waiting for something magical to happen.
Joyous laid gazing upwards on a simple woven mat laid out in front of the servants' quarters, her brown hair spread out like a dark halo against the rough fabric.
The mat was well-worn, its fibers fraying at the edges, it shows how long it must've existed in this place. She had positioned herself comfortably, her head resting on a small, folded blanket, her hands clasped loosely on her stomach as she watched the sky..
