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i’m supposed to be working on Surrender but i’m not cuz i’m moving, so here’s a new word-prompted drabble series instead (:

two - mistake

The gate slides open with a metallic clang and closes just the same, though Katara pays it no mind once she steps through.

Her minute ire ebbs instantly, quickly forgotten to a mix of both empathy and glee as she finds herself surrounded by a rolling sea of vivid, overgrown green and winding walkways. The blooming wisteria sways in the high breeze, its branches waving from off to her right, the base surrounded by tall grass and twisting weeds. Clusters of color are strewn across the scape; a haywire menagerie of flora that Katara knows is going to take so much more than a gasp of a glance to understand.

Far across the beautiful, melancholy chaos of the lawn are steps leading to the grand porch of the shiro-style mansion, all sloping obsidian roof tiles gleaming in the midday sun and large, dark windows reflecting the clear summer sky. Red pillars, Katara notes of the enormous house as she starts her way forward; cherry stone that has been delicately carved with some tale or another, she realizes when she is finally near enough.

A set of arching double doors await her, and just as she wonders if she should be looking for a second bell it swings inward on its steel hinges with a heavy thunk and a slow creak.

“Welcome to the Sozinamoto Manor, Miss Kyason,” an older woman with olive skin and wrinkles around her smiling, hazel eyes greets her with a short bow. She introduces herself as Madam Rasha, Head of House, and invites her in with an eager wave of her hands. “I apologize for the children, leaving them to the very simple task of answering the door was my mistake,” she says with a wry tone of exasperation. “I do hope you’ll forgive us for that, Miss.” 

Katara laughs quietly at the quip, a respectful stride behind as she is led through the beautiful atrium of a foyer and into a lush sitting room. “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting the initial welcome, adorable as it was.” For the most part, anyway..

“No need to sugar coat it, dear,” Madam Rasha turns to wink at her, hazel eyes caught in a knowing gleam. “But nevermind that now. Please, right this way. We’re extremely glad to finally have you at the Manor. Lord Sozinamoto has been looking forward to meeting you for quite some time!”

The sitting room turns out to lead into a dining room; the dining room into a den. Somewhere between the glimpse of a kitchen and several different parlors Katara finds herself following Madam Rasha down a long hall of brilliant stained-glass windows, tall as she can imagine...