It was a workshop house. Just, it was a lot different than the regular workshop houses. There was something so serene and peaceful about the place, giving out a calm and soothing energy. Also, workshops she's been to before do not have torches hanging from every side of the wall.
"What do you think? I make a lot of things here together with my friend," Mirabai said, watching Raziah's excitement grow.
Raziah's hold tightened over her mother's grip, and she grinned up at her mother, "Who? Lady Jennet?"
"Not quite...," Mirabai replied and pointed at a corner, a part of the room where Raziah hadn't noticed yet. Raziah narrowed her gaze slightly to see that there was actually a figure sitting there, the person's attention solemnly on the book she was going through.
"Who's that?" Raziah whispered this time.
"My Friend. I want you to meet her,"
