Lys: Banshee

Aithne awoke with a start. Somewhere in her prayers she had apparently drifted off. "I'm sorry, Christos. I did not mean to sleep..."

The chapel seemed darker than before. She rose and peeked out the door, confirming her suspicions that it was mid-afternoon. The sky was already darkening- winter days were always shorter, and a wind blew up, making her shiver. She was grateful, though. Wind would dry the ground a bit and make it easier to build.

So she pulled her cloak tighter around her head and smiled, leaving the building to make her way to her room and her comb.

"I am not vain, but I will not go back to the villa looking like a banshee."