Ava
The afternoon sun hung high in the sky as I made my way to the mansion’s communal bath house, eager to relax after the tense morning. Crescent Moon was known for their rich bath salts, made from the plants and herbs grown in their forests, and I was looking forward to trying it for myself.
As I stepped inside, the steam and scent of herbal salts filled the air, a heady mixture of lavender, rosemary, and something earthy I couldn’t quite place—basil, maybe? Either way, it instantly relaxed my tired muscles.
The bath house was empty, its stone walls echoing with the gentle sound of flowing water coming from an ornate faucet at the center of the large pool. I slipped out of my robe and eased myself into the hot water, sighing in relief as the warmth enveloped me. The tension
