In the middle of the night, Mira found herself back in her workshop. The night was quiet, except for a few crickets and frogs croaking. Usually, she would be asleep by this time.
The night was dark, a bit cold, and beautiful. The moon was nowhere to be seen, and the radiant stars filled the sky like a beautiful painting.
Ever since Mira became a demigoddess, she has never needed to rest that much. Her body was durable, full of energy, and almost knew no exhaustion. Now, she never gets tired no matter how hard she works.
Her workshop wasn't small, but it wasn't the biggest in the empire either. It was decent, humble, and resourceful. She had her wood workshop to the side, a nice forge, and even a leather-working section.
It was all that she needed or dreamed of, all tools at her fingertips, and enough time to play with them.
