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Alliria could not charm Aristeia into loving the city. It was far too noisy and busy for her liking, but the gardens found in the home of Lord Bancroft had been tailored to see to Aristeia's needs for peace. She was most grateful that the Lord and Lady Bancroft were adamant on making her comfortable, but she had all the reason to believe that it was all at the behest of her sister. Without her own offspring of family to dote on, Aristeia was now the sole subject to Lorelei's worrying.
For it was a thing to worry when her health has been on the decline as of late. Sten via cigarettes had never made her feel at ease, but it was only in desperation that she would take them. Sparingly at that. Her moods and behavior soured as bloodlust ran rampant, but Aristeia's faith in Moire was what kept her from falling off the precipice.
Prayer and meditation in these gardens made her feel safe. Made Aris feel in control to have the staff of this estate approach her.
Winry found her in the center of the gardens, lounged across a plush chaise beneath the marble stone gazebo. The sun had found her, but fleetingly warmed her before it became an irritation. She was reading, another new hobby she had taken up to fill her time while Lorelei was out doing what she did best, leaving Aristeia to recover.
"Your guest is arriving shortly, my Lady."
Aristeia's brows furrowed. "Without confirming their acceptance of the invitation first?" She closed her book, a finger wedged between pages to keep place. "Did we miss an acceptance letter, Winry?" Sitting up now, she reached for a slice of ribbon to replace her finger in her book, frowning at Winry who had been assigned to ensure Aristeia was being fed and taken out from her rooms daily and not to wallow in the darkness.
"Your sister did say he was quite... abrupt." Winry winced, placing a tray of tea cups down on the table set up in the middle of the area. She had last taken tea here with Lorelei, the conversation about her sister's efforts to making more blodwyne and the like. Everything they needed to thrive in this new world. Aristeia had hoped she did not look so desperate in her sister's eyes to worry her.
"Have the peppermint tea ready. Perhaps the lemongrass also..." Aristeia now felt unprepared. Surely her invited guest would have sent notice of his arrival than simply appearing at the gates. "Biscuits too, perhaps some scones..."
"Allow me, Lady Aristeia. I will see to it on your behalf. I shall return with your guest and the tea."
For it was a thing to worry when her health has been on the decline as of late. Sten via cigarettes had never made her feel at ease, but it was only in desperation that she would take them. Sparingly at that. Her moods and behavior soured as bloodlust ran rampant, but Aristeia's faith in Moire was what kept her from falling off the precipice.
Prayer and meditation in these gardens made her feel safe. Made Aris feel in control to have the staff of this estate approach her.
Winry found her in the center of the gardens, lounged across a plush chaise beneath the marble stone gazebo. The sun had found her, but fleetingly warmed her before it became an irritation. She was reading, another new hobby she had taken up to fill her time while Lorelei was out doing what she did best, leaving Aristeia to recover.
"Your guest is arriving shortly, my Lady."
Aristeia's brows furrowed. "Without confirming their acceptance of the invitation first?" She closed her book, a finger wedged between pages to keep place. "Did we miss an acceptance letter, Winry?" Sitting up now, she reached for a slice of ribbon to replace her finger in her book, frowning at Winry who had been assigned to ensure Aristeia was being fed and taken out from her rooms daily and not to wallow in the darkness.
"Your sister did say he was quite... abrupt." Winry winced, placing a tray of tea cups down on the table set up in the middle of the area. She had last taken tea here with Lorelei, the conversation about her sister's efforts to making more blodwyne and the like. Everything they needed to thrive in this new world. Aristeia had hoped she did not look so desperate in her sister's eyes to worry her.
"Have the peppermint tea ready. Perhaps the lemongrass also..." Aristeia now felt unprepared. Surely her invited guest would have sent notice of his arrival than simply appearing at the gates. "Biscuits too, perhaps some scones..."
"Allow me, Lady Aristeia. I will see to it on your behalf. I shall return with your guest and the tea."