*She stands alone at the edge of the lake, looking out*

*The great Queen of Mycene is...doing the mending. You see, her tunics have gotten rather worn in the time since she arrived at the Mansion, and she thought it was high time to simply take a needle and thread and mend them. And so she sits in a small, rather forgotten room with a few chairs, quite calmed by the work*

*Clytemnestra stands beside the lake, staring out over its surface. She's filled with a vague discontent, an annoyance, a sense that there is something missing. And perhaps - though she would never admit it - a bit of lonely desperation*

*Clytemnestra is feeling sad today, something which overcomes her every once in a while, as much as she would prefer not to admit it. And so she is sitting alone on a bench in the Mansion garden, somewhat subconsciously wishing that someone could come sit next to her, as much as she would not admit that either.*