house
Estienne wasn't sure what to make of the house. It was nice, possibly nicer then his mansion had been in France. His room as well had been empty of windows leading to a perfectly safe sleeping area. A thoughtful sort of house, from thoughtful people he didn't know. Kesi had told him he was free to decorate as he wanted, and the garden and greenhouse was ready for any plants. Apparently he had a perfume making hobby he didn't remember. It was the reason he was out in the garden in the dead of night. He'd never see the place in daylight.
There was a spot on the grass that felt dry enough so thats where he was sitting, gazing at the place where the flowers would come in. A chill on the air and a frost over the ground. Why was he out here? He wasn't sure. Wasn't sure of a lot of things lately.
Still it was better then the cabin.
outfit