Nandi had helped change the Luna into the golden robe that morning. All her dresses and robes were of that color.
She was obsessed with it, and from tbag obsession, she made it her reality.
But staring at her right now, in the same golden robe, now unrecognizable, she couldn't help her mouth that opened a jar.
It was covered in blood smears and patches all over. Stains she dared not ask where they came from as the bodies on the floor were evidence where it did.
Lyra saw her but gave no acknowledgement. She merely looked away as she continued to stare at be bloodied hands and the bodies on the floor, as if shaking by a realization crushing in on her.
Nandi didn't want to believe she was burdened by the motionless bodies on the floor. As this wasn't the first time she would be killing someone.
She suspected something. Something the Luna was trying to hide which might have led to this scene she had come into.
