Chapter 200: Fireflies, Stars Of Earth.
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..
She had always loved this time of night when the world slowed down and the duties of the day faded into the background.
She knew the sky was far but as she gazed at it’s deep velvety blue, speckled with stars she felt them close enough to touch.