Snippet #1217947

When Daniel and her parents left, driving down the spiraling road from Dygon Manor, Amber wasn't sure what to think. Alright, so she had to stay behind and clean a dirty house. All summer. But that had to be better than spending it with their relatives up in Washington... right? She cleared her throat, swallowed once, then slowly turned around to face the Manor. The bricks, dark and black as if frosted with soot, gave the already old building an even more eerie appearance. Working not to gag from the dust just coating the front door Amber entered the residance.

She could have said other places were much more elegant, though she had to admit the artwork and craftsmanship was superb. The woodwork was decorated with runes and symbols that had to date back to centuries before, and the flooring, an almost blood colour, stood out against the honey-brown walls. As Amber walked through the Manor to inspect the rest of it her fingers trailed along the walls, leaving a fine line, showing off the real, lighter color of the walls without the grey dust.

With a sigh and a curved frown the brunette began her work. The day consisted of long labour and delicate, or not so delicate, work. Amber promissed to herself that she'd never work a summer again for a bunch of money, despite the pay. Only once she was done did she rest, plopping down onto one of the couches. A puff of dust rose into the air, resulting in a groan from the girl crumpled across the fabric. Within moments her eyes were flickered shut, breathing slowing, and the night pressed on to meet its bright morning.