Really, it was just so convenient that 'Ni Yang' had disappeared. So technically, the glory was all hers.
"That is quite the tale. . ." he muttered; "But isn't it possible that it may have all been greatly exaggerated?"
A different voice- more mature, more assertive, answered him from above;
"Then you clearly don't know Monica. . ."
Nexus' head jerked up.
As he elevated his gaze, his tense jaw rose upwards, raising his line of sight above the dozen stony steps, bringing them to rest on the Lady of the estate.
At the top, Mrs. Russell stood there- glowing like she had just swallowed a star. Her golden hair shimmered under the reddish orange glare of the evening sun. She was wearing a yellow colored dress that hugged her bosom neatly.
Looking every inch like an aristocrat, her arms were clasped together in front of her, and her legs were parted evenly at the base- in a perfect regal poise.
