Spring gales whistled against the walls now that the skies had turned dark. Through the window in her kitchen, surrounding hills and valley meadows were but swathes of shifting shadows in a pale wash of moonlight, and a cluster of flickering lights in the far discernible distance marked the nearest countryside town. Zi Shang had picked up her guest from the train station in town earlier in the day, after spending most of the day preparing her home. The guest bedroom had needed a dusting down, and the linens were all freshly washed and pressed, and she had laid out some towels in case Reiner wanted a shower, which he expectedly did.
It felt nice, having something to look forward to.
It also felt nice to do her own housework. She had not known it was something she missed doing whilst in Mitchell. Dishes merrily washed away in the kitchen sink as Zi Shang ladled leftover dinner stew from the pot into a container for keeping. She smiled slightly as she heard shuffling footsteps draw near from the guest bedroom.
"How was the shower? I hope the shower-head has not been too much of a nuisance."
Too often did the magicked fixture belt out tunes in French even when she might have been looking for a peaceful time. That was something she was not informed of by the real estate agent before she signed the contract on the house.