Time fleeted by as Rama washed the pile of clothes that barely seemed to dwindle. She washed until nighttime arrived with the darkening of the skies that seemed to hover above them with menace and the sky let out a heavy rumble as lightning struck through the clouds and a streak of light flashed across the sky.
She was finally done with washing and she stared down at her crinkled hands from all the washing she had done. Food as it was, was out of question for her.
She proceeded into the palace but not after she stole a quick glance at the unguarded gates. She strolled through the dark halls, wandering around aimlessly as she searched for Malika or at least a maid to show her the way to the wolves den, or wherever they lived as Malika was assigned to the night shift and it was already nighttime.
She knew just how scared Malika was of wild creatures, in a logical sense anyone would be scared of wild creatures but the girl was too fragile.
