She had taken a detour to her estate on the way to see Jythralo. She had not sent any word that she was on her way, so he would not be expecting her. Acacia pushed the gates to the back of her property open and then shut them and padlocked them. She could not bee too careful, all these mad corsair around! Just imagine if a mob gain access to he estate, it would be unbearable! Acacia smiled to herself momentarily and slipped the key into a pocket hidden in the folds of her dress.
A scent of burnt sugar and chicken drifted over the terrace when she entered it. Blaine was busy in the kitchens preparing a meal.
“Are you dining tonight Madame?” She said promptly when Acacia entered the kitchen.
“I am not decided yet, I may stay out tonight. I am not too sure of the plans.” Replied Acacia.
Blaine looked a little annoyed, “Yes, I understand.”
“But you must not let this food got to waste, eat it yourself and share it with the others.” The girls face brightened a bit.
“Of course.”
Acacia left, but poured herself a glass of water before she left the room. She carried it to her study, drinking it steadily until she reached the door. Taking another key from the folds in her dress she unlocked the door. The smell of sweet cinnamon met her; the incense she had burnt earlier had clogged the room up. It was smoky and hot, the small fire crackled in the corner playfully. Acacia shut the door and slipped into her chair, slamming the glass down and filling it with rum from the bottle at her desk. She lifted the glass to her mouth took a small sip and let it hang loosely in her hand.
Her eyes swept of the desk littered with letters from politicians, useless things with no use. The ashy remnants of Jythralo’s anonymous letter lay in the silver bowl, others lay in the wicker bin beside her. Slowly she put down her glass and scratched a few notes onto a piece of fresh papers, taking it she folded it and placed it in her cloak.
She rose from the desk finishing off the rum. Turning to the mirror she checked her hair and wiped the sweat from her nose. The room was very hot now, but she would not open a window for it reminded her of somewhere where she longed to be.
And so she set of for Jythralo’s.
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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