As I slowly emerged from the haze of slumber, my eyelids fluttering open like the petals of a flower, I found myself sprawled across the plush bed, still fully clothed from the previous day's journey. For a moment, the unfamiliar surroundings swirled around me, a jumbled mess of confusing sensations, until the sweet scent of spring flowers wafted up, carrying with it the gentle whispers of this mystical place. I hadn't even realized I'd drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the trials of the journey. But as I sat up, my gaze drifted towards the window, where the first hints of dawn were creeping over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. My body creaked in protest as I stretched, shedding my boots and letting out a soft sigh of relief. The luxurious private bath beckoned, its radiant glow drawing me in like a moth to flame. I eagerly undressed as I walked towards the bath, my skin prickling with anticipation. The water was already steaming, and I settled into its warm depths with a contented sigh. The soaps and shampoos, infused with the essence of lavender and rose, enveloped me in a sensory cocoon, washing away the fatigue and leaving me feeling reborn. I closed my eyes, letting the magic of Anahatean water work its spell, and felt my heart fill with love and joy. As I sat in the bath, I let my mind wander, my thoughts drifting to Lennon and Ozzy. I envisioned Lennon stirring from his slumber to start his daily ritual of brewing coffee, and wondered if that was what he was doing in this very moment. The pang of longing was enough to draw me out of the bath, and to the desk, where I scribbled a hasty letter to Lennon. I informed him of my safe arrival, and the breathtaking beauty of this place. I confessed my longing for him, and promised to return to him soon. And then, with a mischievous grin, I reached between my legs, gathering a small sample of my essence, and pressed it to the page, next to my signature. The gesture was a small act of intimacy and a promise of the love that awaited him.

Just as I finished, a soft knock at the door broke my spell, and Sorelle's muffled voice came through, "We have some volunteers today, if you'd like your hair done, Ace."

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, my hair looking like a disheveled mess, and smiled, "You can come in."

The door opened, and two beautiful female Sidhe entered, their cascading honey-blonde locks glinted with flecks of emerald and mint, woven into intricate braids that seemed to dance with magic. I could only dream of my own hair looking half as enchanting as theirs. Their eyes held the same ethereal shade of green as their gowns, which were embellished with stunning floral patterns in shades of sage and emerald.

Sorelle introduced them as they approached, "This is Dilara and Hathai, trusted volunteers of the manor. We're delighted when they grace us with their skill."

It seemed that in Anahate, it was customary to hug as a greeting, and I wasn't one to complain. Dilara greeted me with open arms, enveloping me in a hug that radiated a sense of homecoming. Hathai repeated the gesture, hugging me softly at first, then tightening her arms. The sensation of their touch was like a healing salve, seeping into my very being. It was as if they had known me all my life, showering me with unconditional love and acceptance. I'd never felt so accepted and adored by strangers. As they sat me at the vanity, Dilara began working on my hair, while Hathai opened the armoire and scanned for the perfect dress. Sorelle plopped onto the bed, her hair already perfectly adorned with intricate braids and waves that cascaded over her shoulders. Dilara informed me that she was a hair stylist, and Hathai was a seamstress. I asked about volunteering, and they explained how currency was gained through genuine acts of kindness. They didn't frequent the manor on a daily basis. It was only when they felt a genuine desire to assist that they would show up, though that was admittedly quite often. Especially as the manor-provided meals were said to be the most delectable in all the land. As I learned more about Anahate, I was beginning to understand why Lennon wanted me to come here. The freedom its citizens had was admirable, and the love they exuded was infectious. The four of us bantered and gossiped with ease. Our words skipped and danced, spilling out effortlessly, as if we had been friends for centuries. I playfully taunted Sorelle for Thadeus' flirting. She rolled her eyes, insisting they were just friends. As a strong-willed Sidhe, she had no time for male distractions from her studies. Dilara and Hathai laughed, teasing that they would gladly take Thadeus if she didn't want him. Sorelle laughed at the eagerness of the Sidhe males, pointing out that Zane seemed to have already taken an interest in me. I chuckled nervously, admitting that his intense energy made me a little intimidated. Dilara and Hathai welcomed me to the club with knowing grins. Officially inducting me as a member of those intimidated by Zane's... unique charm. This sisterhood was a blessing, and I felt a bond with these ethereal females that I had never known. As Dilara finished working her magic on my hair, I felt the prettiest I'd felt since arriving in Numariya. She wove the locks into a flowing crown of delicate braids, and adorned it with emerald gems that shimmered with magic. Then softened the curls that fell down my spine in a graceful cascade, framing my face in an ethereal glow. Hathai had chosen a delicate, flowing dress that perfectly complemented the hairstyle. The bodice hugged my frame, accentuating what meager curves I possessed. It was a pale green hue, embellished with elaborate blossoms adorned with twinkling gemstones. The fabric flowed down to my feet like a delicate waterfall, mimicking the gentle movement of a tranquil stream. Sorelle stared at me in admiration. "Stunning," she breathed, in awe of my transformation. Sorelle always had a way of making me feel like I belonged, but now she had transformed me into truly looking the part. From a distance, I could even pass as Sidhe - a magical feat that I never thought possible. My heart ached for Lennon to witness me adorned in this exquisite dress, my hair cascading in flawless waves. But I forced myself to banish the thought and revel in the present, as dwelling on his absence would only dampen the moment. Dilara and Hathai stood tall and regal, admiring their flawless handiwork with a sense of accomplishment. Then the four of us gathered together, readying ourselves for the breakfast feast in the grand dining hall.

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