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Stress Inflating

Jhanavi plops down on her bed, making her bounce briefly on the padding as she rests her back on the wall. A low groan escapes between her hands which covered her face, hoping that the distressed noises would help relieve some of the stress she was feeling from work.

The sun gently shined on her as Jhan sat on her bed, mumbling under her breath. The colours of her blue jeans and dark shirt glowed under the light of the outdoors. 

*BANG* In an instant Maim was bounding down the hallway from the Countess’ bedroom before she ran into any guards. She had hoped for a silent hunt; slip in, rough up the countess for her dues and be on her way. It wouldn’t be so easy with Countess Rosemare who was infamously stubborn in every way imaginable, which Maim found out the hard way. Maim’s only choice was filling the matriarch full of air like the gas bag she was to coerce her into paying up. The only mistake made was Maim’s laziness to memorise the whole spell, so the Countess kept filling the room with no end in sight.