It was late autumn, the brown leaves swirling around like ghosts of summer outside of Luella’s large window. The flurry of colors reflected back from her entirely black eyes, lost in thought. Seasons alone were what broke the monotony of her day-to-day life. Not that she was bothered, however, she rather liked not having to worry about her safety in the outside world. Too much strife and pain, as some old spirits had told her some time back. They would blow around in her room of mirrors, wailing, desperate for some validation of their presence from the outside world. Screaming of wars, plunderings, and colonizers. However, there were some gentler ghosts as well. Mostly weeping, but others just so interested in the world that they decided not to leave. Luella came across Indian shamans and Celtic mystics alike, learning more and more about the world as she stayed safe in her repetitious existence. “Lady Luella?” Mary’s meek voice echoed outside of Luella’s bed chamber. “Yes, Nurse Mary?” Luella replied, averting her gaze from the window. “Your presence has been requested at the central dining hall.” Mary bowed and turned to leave. Her pale blue dress fluttered as she turned towards the big, black doors that kept Luella’s corridor from the rest…show more content… I thought it wasn’t going to happen this year.” Luella put her veil over her face and turned the mirror that revealed to her the tall figure of her Nurse in the doorway. The manor was having some publicity issues, mainly caused by the erratic behavior of the youngest ruling daughter, Martha. Because of her latest outburst, there were whispers among the servants of ceasing the Fall banquet and replacing it with a donation campaign. The heads of the Household were adamant on their position to retain their image of superiority above the other four Houses, having a real psychic and all, but there were still rumors of reducing publicity on behalf of Martha’s recent wave of teenage
