Iyana sank into her bed at the Estelle Manor, savoring the familiar surroundings after nearly a month away. She had bid farewell to the Ashstone Estate this morning, leaving behind a mix of emotions.
Initially, the servants there had been as welcoming as a cold draft in winter. But their frosty demeanor thawed over time, and they had grown attached to her.
In fact, when they learned of her accident, they transformed into frantic hens, insisting she stay longer. It took a flurry of reassurances that she was indeed perfectly fine before they reluctantly let her go.
Her time at Ashstone had been a pleasant surprise, especially the mornings. The Order of Phoenix there was a refreshing contrast—hardworking and genuinely friendly, unlike the stiff-upper-lip crowd at Estelle's.
