~Andreia, Moonworld~
Eight coaches, each adorned with the crest of Andreia on their doors, rode into the front yard of the mansion that use to be my home. The polished surfaces of their exteriors gleamed beautifully in the morning sun, and had beautifully random patterns carved onto their doors, and frames. These coaches were decorated with the most beautiful fabrics in all of Andreia, and even the horses that pulled these coaches were dressed in colourful fabrics that signified the status of the people in the them.
The vehicles came to a stop in front of the mansion's entrance, where the priestess of Andreia, and sir Steven stood. The priestess carried her usual emotionless and unreadable expression on her face, standing like doll that awaited only the goddesses' command. Sir Stev
