@MilowanAya loved coming to the forest. It was always so peaceful and quiet. Hardly anyone ever seemed to come here, which she found very strange. After all, it was a
beautiful forest. She had pestered Lord Phoenix to get one of his rapidly growing army of artists to get a painting done of it, but every time she asked, he went all pale and told her that 'there was a time and place for such things'. It was becoming rather tiresome, especially considering it was so picturesque.
So Aya decided, if you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself. She would have brought a proper paintbrush and paper, but all of the servants downright refused to go with her. She had begged and pleaded and demanded, but eventually she had to go on her own.
So here she sat, notepad in one hand and pencil in other, sketching the landscape that stretched out before her. This was her element, where she belonged - out in the wilds, fresh air in her lungs and the winds in her face. Of course, the House always told her that her place was at a musty old business desk, and some other merchants told her that she should be in either the kitchen or the bedroom. All three of those options failed to intrigue her.
"It really is a lovely day" she muttered absentmindedly to herself, letting her pencil do all the work. The sun was shining, the birds twittered happily and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Aya kept sketching the landscape in front of her, wondering what exactly everyone was so scared of. After all, she had been here at least a couple of hours and nothing had happened to her yet.
