375 Feelings

 "Majesty, dinner is being readied. If you would, please change attire and join, those are the wishes of The Emperor."

 "I shall be down shortly." The door shut silently from being ajar. The maid, Stella, was a bit of a character – she was the first of whom Staxius took notice. Neither was she pretty nor ugly by society's norm, a perfect example of being average. Her hair, her face, her mannerism, and her service, nothing, as in nothing, stood out. Such was the strange thing, her averageness felt fake. Words could but stare confusingly at her demeanor – in every way possible, she was average. Said averageness, said normalness; inhumane per what he thought, grabbed his attention. Sat facing a large window with the sky-night as the backdrop, a warm cup of coffee warmed from the inside. Gophy and Intherna were adamant on examining the premises by themselves – thus, what could have been mistaken for a shooting-star, was naught but Intherna flying around.