Fayette, who was usually called Fay, sat in a chair reading a book. She was wearing a red dress with black lace on it, and a matching ribbon in her hair. It was rather quiet, which both annoyed her and made it easier for her to read, which was a good thing. She yawned a bit and looked around, realising that no one was there. A small grin spread on her face as she realised that she didn't have to read any more. Not like she had been forced to read, but she had got tired of reading by now. She looked out the window, it was pretty dark outside, and it was probably soon time for dinner, she thought. She was pretty hungry now that she thought about it, and she put the book aside and put her hand on her stomach to listen. Yes, she was hungry. She walked to the kitchen, which was a one minute long walk, and then she stopped in the doorway. "When is the dinner ready?" she asked, and sat down on the chair that she always sat on. She played a little with her hazel brown, curly hair, as she mumbled things to herself.