𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 𖤓 - 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧.

DEKATREÍS.

LYSSA
noun [ P ]
UK / 'li•suh/ US / 'li•suh/
"TRANSLATING IN GREEK TO 'FRENZY' OR 'MADNESS' - THE GODDESS OF RAGE AND FURY."
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"The Goddess of Rabies within animals. Known for driving mad the dogs of the hunter Acteon and causing them to kill their master."

DOGS SUFFER FROM THE MADNESS.

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Lyssa had felt partially at fault for asking so late for hospitality from the Cattons.

For she had only just discerned the nausea that bestowed upon her whenever she thought about returning home from her newfound haven within the walls of the Saltburn estate.

Though Lyssa had considered Alistair's loneliness of being the only Sol child in the house that night - the only source of genuine humanity that she felt her mother lacked - but, after the stunt she executed before slamming the door when she left that day, she felt that for her own safety and Alistair's, she best stay at Saltburn for the night.

Only a night.

And, they definitely had plenty of room to spare here.

When Lyssa hesitatingly - and rather embarrassed in doing so - asked this favour off Felix, he immediately obliged, insisting that her presence was wanted, and needed.

However, she was ill-prepared, knowing that the common supper procedure was in a formal dressing, to which she had nothing to wear.

But, as she paced thoughtfully in her assigned guest room, she comprehended the newly-founded recently developed friendship between her and Venetia.

Lyssa found herself strolling once again in the direction of Venetia's chambers, knocking against the tired wooden door once more.

"Yes?," A muffled voice called behind the door, before swinging open, "Oh."

"What do you want?,"

"I was wondering if you'd lend me a dress?," Lyssa intreated, allowing her shoulder to go slack against the side of the doorframe, "Please."

Venetia studied Lyssa's body with her aloof gaze.

Lyssa hoped that this was an act of her trying to see if they were a similar size in dresses, not a scrutiny towards her physical form.

"I'll have a look at what I have." She riposted, her hands resting casually upon her hips, "I'll send Duncan to your room with whatever I find."

"Thank you," Lyssa nodded gratefully, her hand resting upon the door handle preparing to close it behind her, "I'll see you at dinner."

And with this, Lyssa decided that hour she had left before the evening meal commenced, was worth a doze.

Lyssa, once she'd reached her room at the other end of the corridor from Venetia's, instantaneously beelined for the colossal king-size bed in the corner of the room.

There was, to her, something of what a privilege would feel like to sleep in one of Saltburn's beds.

For it was obvious almost every piece of furniture had barely been touched.

The duvet of the bed was creaseless and a pristine periwinkle in colour, the sheets so perfectly fitted and presented so skilfully that Lyssa felt guilty for even sitting upon it.

Her weight gouged the once flawless surface, the material pooling and rippling around her body as she shuffled to the headboard of the bed and underneath the covers.