{Third Person}
The morning had been unusually quiet, and Amara had already begun looking for something to occupy herself.
She had heard a few of the servants talking about the ripe fruits in the garden and how they intended to pick some of them to make fresh juice and jam.
Since she had nothing else planned, especially as she had already picked flowers the other morning, she decided to join them.
Ginger was still curled up lazily on her bed when Amara left the room. The cat had barely opened her eyes when Amara called her name, so she decided to leave her sleeping and went outside with Sonia.
The servants were already busy among the fruit trees when Amara joined them. She picked the ripe fruits carefully, placing them into the basket Sonia held for her whenever it became too heavy.
It was simple work, but she enjoyed it because it gave her something to do.
After a while, however, Amara felt goose bumps rise along her arms. She rubbed them lightly and looked toward the trees.
