Asthenosthene's Identity

Asty walked along the lonely corridors of Chaol's premises. It was daytime and yet everything around her seemed so quiet and passive. 

Daytime in her village was like chaos. Everybody would wake up to the sound of people yelling and animals moaning. If she were to walk along with the farms and square, her ears would be bombarded by the sound of carts and fishermen yelling at the passersby to buy their goods.

She was not used to such a quiet environment. No yelling. No children laughing. No whispers about her. Just plain silence and the chirping of birds. 

Asty continued to drag her feet. She was alone. Chaol had excused himself that he was going to rest and had only accompanied her for breakfast. The maid earlier too, excused herself that she was going to sleep.