Macielle placed down the file as she shuffled through her things. She always kept a journal and recorded all of her encounters with the Unrest. It's been a while since she saw one. As the carriage neared the Grandis' mansion on the first time she arrived, the atmosphere was filled with a thick blackened fog.
It hasn't been a while she served the Grandis, but the fog would grow thicker and much sinister every day.
She could deliberately ignore them, but at the end of the day, she would be exhausted and having to see them vividly the next day. She was glad that the Unrest did not bother her from her work and she returned the gesture.
Living her life in the mansion as the Unrest floated around.
Macielle roamed around now and then, and never saw any large bodies of water like ponds. She knew that should be enough for an Unrest to capture the focus of their hatred and have them drown to their deaths.
