The estate seems to be forcing itself to be calm.
The gardeners are busy ripping out the grass from where the droplets of Fae blood, the plants instantly wilting. I stumbled a bit as I remember how the plants looked in my bath; how the clear water turned red like blood.
Shaking my head, I decided to head out to the lake, and practice my magick. Though the house was filled with people, there was a strange sense of sadness that was dragging me down.
I didn't want to go down that road.
Stepping out the side door, a cool breeze hit me in the face, and I breathed in the air. Fall was just around the corner, leaves dropping down to the grass, making each step I take sound crunchy.
Still no word nor sign of Quill. I wondered if he decided to stay in New Puerto after all; the climate here in Ovylian was vastly different from his. Warmer over here than New Puerto.
