Sofia, a seamstress!

(Switching to Sofia's POV)

I was riding my horse along a rugged trail, humming in a carefree tune to myself. I had been on a supply run to a nearby town, for some rare and hard to get fabrics, but I took a wrong turn. That was fine. I was in no hurry. If anything, I enjoyed taking a scenic route from time to time.

At some point however, I felt a jolt, and a rather pleasant tingle through my body, and pulled the reins of my horse back, rubbing my head. "What was that?" I wondered aloud curiously. I looked around, but there was nothing around. I shrugged it off, and without questioning why, I guided my mount off the trail, and in a direction I believed was random.

All I knew in that moment was that I had somewhere else to be. The fabrics could wait. Before long, I found myself approaching a majestic castle. If a bit old and weathered. "Wow..." I breathed slightly.

My instincts told me I needed to go inside it. I couldn't fully understand my own reasoning, but I was disinclined to care about it. Who knows, maybe the Lord of the Castle would provide me a place to rest?