Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 150: What A Day.

Chapter 150: What A Day.

Last Evening.

Parlour, Conan’s Bungalow.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Conan got home without catching a sight of Helena after the dine.

She was avoiding him, hiding from him and he didn’t know how to feel about that.

She had left immediately after the feast.

Strangely, he felt a presence before he finished opening his door, making his eyebrows draw nearer. He stepped inside tentatively, and then he heard it, a sound.

A movement.

He could unshield his sword but somehow he felt no need to as he followed the movement and there he came face to face with a tail. It was lying on the floor and Conan believed it had to be an animals tail.

"What are you?" he whispered.

And it purred.

His brows rose. "A cat"

Slowly he drew it out of the space it had snuck into under his couch. The cat barely struggles while Conan picked it up into his arms.

"Helena" he muttered to himself.

He couldn’t believe how pleased he feels that she has managed to bring back the cat he had asked her to take away back home. He should be mad but he was excited he had a reason to talk to her. Something that was hers that now is his.

"I shall keep it for you" he whispered to Helena but only he and Ebony could hear.

"Waiting for your return" he added before he fed the little life and went on about his night.

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Morning.

Cotton grounds, Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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Helena woke up before the soft glow of light shone on the mansion grounds, she could barely sleep, she had been amazed by her abilities and connection to the mansion grounds and the success of her potential business that she only turned and sighed till morning.

And immediately it was dusk she had run downstairs to retrieve cottons to start her work.

She delicately plucked the raw cotton from the bolls nestled within the branches of the cotton shrub now scattered in that area of the mansion.

With a serene presence, she moved through the fresh garden, her fingers deftly separating the fluffy fibers from their protective pods.

She is dressed in a flowing gown of pale lavender silk, Helena’s elegant silhouette seemed almost ethereal against the backdrop of the vibrant blooms.

Her eyes sparkled with determination as she carefully collected the cotton, her mind already envisioning the plush pillow she would craft with her own hands from it.

I could really be known for me now, she mused.

Recognition was a good look.

As she gathered the soft, billowy tufts into a wicker basket, Helena breathed in the crisp, clean scent of the freshly harvested cotton, she savored the earthy fragrance that mingled with the sweet perfume of roses and water that perfumed the air.

With each gentle tug, she marveled at the purity and resilience of nature’s bounty, grateful for the abundance bestowed upon her.

She had seen Hound when she came out and he looked as spooky as she believed he has always been.

Helena returned to the room given to her, and settled into a plush armchair beside the crackling fire, her fingers were nimble and sure as she began the painstaking process of spinning the raw cotton into fine, silky threads.

With each twist of the spinning wheel, she wove her thoughts and dreams into the fabric of the pillow, infusing it with her love and care.

She was called for breakfast but she had to refuse.

Hours passed in quiet contemplation as Helena continued to work, her movements was fluid and precise as she transformed the humble cotton into a work of art.

The rhythmic hum of the spinning wheel provided a soothing backdrop to her thoughts, lulling her into a state of tranquil meditation.

Finally, as the sun stood glaring and obvious in the afternoon, Helena placed the finished pillow on a nearby table, a prove to her skill and craftsmanship.

With a satisfied smile, she admired her handiwork, knowing that her creation would bring comfort and joy to whoever rested their head upon it.

She stretched her arms and shoulders before sighing.

In that moment, amidst the elegance and refinement of her friend’s mansion, Helena found solace in the simple act of creation, a show of the timeless beauty and enduring grace of Critic-Ishire.

"My pillows Conan" she whispered to herself before letting out a long sigh.

She is never going to show him her works. At least not like that. Maybe he’d see them in the marketplace and purchase some.

"Helena?" a voice called her from outside her door right after a knock.

"Yes, Lydia!" Helena answered fast, her steps quick and her I’m reached for the door. "Come, take a look" she invited eagerly but then her eyes caught Lydia’s arms.

"Oh my God, your cat! My cat!" Helena screeched, her eyes wide.

She had completely forgotten Ebony, she felt as awful as her absent father should feel.

Lydia frowned. "What happened to them?"

"I forgot it at the bungalow, Conan would be so freaked out" she explained, her voice calmer.

"You can ask him for it, today if he arrives" Lydia offered easily.

Helena nodded. "Yes, alright"

"Are you ready to step out?" Lydia invited.

Helena met her mirroring eyes. "Where shall we go to?"

"My office after lunch, I missed breakfast too" Lydia confessed, she felt like a bad host, but Helena had chosen to miss breakfast and stay indoors.

"What a day, I made something" Helena started, that had been what she was dragging Lydia to see when she had stepped in.

Lydia lit up. "Me too, with the garden" she said.

Helena stepped deeper into her room and picked the round pillow she’d made next to the fireplace. "Mine was a pillow" she showed Lydia.

Lydia being a lover of art, immediately asked. "Can I have it?"

Helena paused. "I... Lydia -"Lydia interrupted her stutter, she understood, her too wouldn’t wish to give away her first piece id jewellery despite its imperfection.

"Oh no no, I can take another from you, if you already had someone in mind or wish to be the owner of your first work that is okay" she clarified quickly refusing to put Helena in a tight spot.

"I only asked" she added when Helena still stared at her like she was unwilling to break a heart.

Helena sighed. "Thank you, I shall make a special one for you" she promised as she clutched this piece to her chest.

"Thank you" Lydia said with a smile.

"I shall be there soon" Helena promised.

With a nod Lydia turned out with her cat in hand.

Helena sighed before looked towards the box that held something her father had given her mother, the only thing that makes her now he was still alive because it still glowed whenever he used his magic.

Would he proud of her if he saw her now? Or did she need to be more and stop running too.

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Morning.

Lakeside., Theodore Mansion.

Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.

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In the bedroom the lord and the lady of Critic Arley, As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and gold, Lydia left the bed and headed out to stand at the edge of the mansion’s lake. Determined to make a change.

Her gaze swept over the tranquil waters of the lake, it was like a canvas awaiting her touch, as she envisioned the transformation that lay ahead.

Theodore had slept late last night and was now sleeping in, whilst she snuck out, his arms had been slack and the struggle was second to none leaving him there.

She was in her green dungaree this morning matching the energy of growth she was feeling.

With a sense of purpose burning within her, Lydia set to work, her hands intending to deftly weave an image of beauty and elegance along the lakeside.

She began by selecting an array of flowers from the flower garden, their vibrant hues a beautiful representation of nature’s artistry.

With each delicate bloom carefully planted around the lake, Lydia felt that soon the garden here too would came alive with color, the air would be suffused with the heady fragrance of roses and lilies.

With a smile Lydia turned her attention to the shrubs and bushes that would provide structure and texture to the landscape.

Evergreen boxwoods and fragrant lavender bushes formed verdant borders along the water’s edge, while wisteria vines draped themselves over trellises, their delicate blossoms swaying in the breeze.

The lake was considerably large since she wasn’t a professional but she worked, barely noticing Helena who was also working adjacent her.

As the garden took shape, Lydia began to introduce elements of classical beauty and timeless elegance.

She added ornate statues and marble sculptures she had acquired from the marketplace, she placed them strategically throughout the landscape, their graceful forms a tribute to the artistry of those days.

"Lady Theodore?"

"Ahh boy, come, do you think this area would look better with cobblestones creating a pathway?" Lydia asked Tom innocently, she had been mauling over it and finally, someone to ask.

Tom looked shocked before he started. "Emm yes, I think that is a wonderful idea, I shall get my brother so we provide you with the stones" he offered intending to turn away.

Lydia stood astonished, she had merely asked for advice but the offer he made is way better and quick, she nodded.

"Alright please," she agreed with a smile.

Her life was easier now, she believed.

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