"Ishana, Isha, Isha… tell me a story."
The soft voice of a young girl echoed as her red hair spilled across her delicate shoulders. Her dress was woven from the finest material, and her emerald eyes carried the sweet innocence of childhood.
A soft sigh escaped the dark-haired woman sitting beside her. She wore the classic black and white uniform of a maid, her expression gentle as the girl leaned her full weight against her, trying to shake her into compliance. The woman did not budge.
Glancing down at the girl, she sighed again.
"Very well, my lady. You win. I will tell you a story. You can stop nagging me now."
She pinched the little girl's nose, smiling softly.
"That is very unladylike. I taught you better than that."
The young girl smiled, pleased to have won her attention.
Ishana shook her head.
"You just do not listen to me anymore. I suppose you are about that age now."
"Isha, come on. Tell me."
