Time meant something else to Adela as of late.
Packed with an abundance of events and developments she had no control over, the more it passed the more the truth became apparent, and for that alone, she wished it could go faster still.
I shall prove father innocent…
She did not keep track of time during the silent ride back to the von Condarie's estate with a soundless Egon, nor did she feel the distance her mare crossed between the von Conradie's stables and home where she was now.
Finally, The sight of her concerned sister pacing around the de Lanark's stables was moving enough for her to regain awareness of the hour. She dismounted and lead Evita back to the tack room.
"Larissa,"
Adela spoke to an equally dazed Larissa, pale as an autumn leaf and as fragile as one. She turned around with a hand wrapped around her throat and widening eyes that studied Adela's every feature, thus noticing traces of her despair.
"…Your face… Andreas..."
