Morningstar Manor

It was almost dark outside, and one of the long windows in the ballroom was open, so the curtains were fluttering softly in the evening breeze.

In the chandeliers, the crystals were moving with a quiet tinkle, then quietened, leaving the ear waiting for the next sound.

Was there a guitar playing a classical tune in the silence? Was there a pale shape, dancing in the gathering evening gloom?

Or perhaps they were hiding behind the pillars, chuckling?