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May. 20th, 2018 12:25 pm[Aveline doesn't venture north often. Her place is home, and while she enjoys the travel, she has more to do in the south than anywhere else. But the Davenport Homestead is a sight to behold, a modest village hidden in the wilds. It's open and free in a way that home is not, and she can pick up on that immediately. What Connor has built here is incredible.
People watch her curiously as she rides on, up towards the house on the hill where she is expected to be. Stares are nothing new. She has been stared at her entire life. It does put her at ease when a few of the children raise their hands and wave vigorously at her, though. She nods back and smiles at those she passes until the people thin out and there is nothing ahead of her but the manor.
And here she thought that Brother Connor would live a little more modestly.
The question now is: does she knock or let herself in?
Manners say to knock. Her skills say to climb.
It's rather unfortunate that manners always seem to win out in uncertain situations, which is how Aveline finds herself knocking on the door.
This time.]
People watch her curiously as she rides on, up towards the house on the hill where she is expected to be. Stares are nothing new. She has been stared at her entire life. It does put her at ease when a few of the children raise their hands and wave vigorously at her, though. She nods back and smiles at those she passes until the people thin out and there is nothing ahead of her but the manor.
And here she thought that Brother Connor would live a little more modestly.
The question now is: does she knock or let herself in?
Manners say to knock. Her skills say to climb.
It's rather unfortunate that manners always seem to win out in uncertain situations, which is how Aveline finds herself knocking on the door.
This time.]
