Richard
Calypso Kolgrim 
The Kolgrim Estate, Sol

 Calypso stood in the dining room, staring at the wall in front of her. Her mask fell completely now that she was alone. Her jaw tightly clenched her and her hand curled in fists so tight that little moon slices were imprinted in her palm by manicured fingernails. 
And yet she wasn't completely angry. Of course, she was offended by his behavior but... His eyes.
When he looked at her when she spoke to him in that sweet girly voice, she was expecting to see satisfaction, craving, and maybe even lust in his eyes. But instead, she read guilt and shame. He had read right through her and she wasn't used to be read. Calypso was the reader and people her books, she had spent years making sure to erase every written word from her skin her face the only ink was the black in her hair. His apologies ringing in her head, but no satisfaction came with it.

This was dangerous.

***

Three days had passed and Calypso had spent them meticulously organizing her belongings in chests and trunks. Each of the containers had a hidden second bottom in which were seating her two swords, all her beloved alchemy books, and various vials and jars containing poisonous elements.

The young lady stood on the ground in front of her house, where all the luggage had been placed, waiting for the carriage to arrive. She was still dressed in dark clothes, but the veil was gone, she styled in an elegant braid with a dark string tying them at the end. A beaded necklace hanging from her long neck.
Before that Calypso had been wandering around the estate, entering every room without saying a word, giving each of them an unspoken goodbye. 

The last room she had visited was her father's study. She hadn't been into it since the day of his death. The tall bookshelf and the weapons hanging from the wall, at the center of it, his desk. Calypso passed a light hand on the dark oak. Letting a tear roll down her cheeks and hit the wood. 

Now she was waiting outside, sitting on one of the trunks. A couple of servants waiting with her, the other sent home whit their last pay and a goodbye, some of them had seen her growing and despite her detached attitude, it was still hard to let go of all of this. To the house, to the city, she had grown up in. 
But it had to be done.
Louis
Bastien rode on horseback, with the large carriage following in tow closely behind him. He inhaled deeply as a rush of air blew his hair back. The cool breeze was a welcome feeling, but it did not help his uneasiness. He had no clue how he was to face Lady Kolgrim after their last encounter. He was horrible when it came to women of any kind, and their last meeting had only cemented that fact further into his mind.

*'She most likely hates me,'* He thought as he neared the estate. *'And is completely justified in doing so. The reasonable assumption is for me to expect to be sent...'*

His trail of thought fizzled out as he saw multiple boxes stacked neatly outside of the Kolgrim house. Several servants were carrying things out of the house or simply waiting beside Lady Kolgrim, who stood beside them with her hands folded.

*'...Away.'*

So she decided she wanted to come.

Bastien felt relieved in the sense that he hadn't offended her so greatly that she had changed her mind. He noticed immediately that she was no longer wearing her veil, and her face was now in plain view. A faint blush crept on his cheeks as he, for the millionth time, recalled the idiotic words he had said to her in her dining room. Her dark eyes locked with his, and he quickly averted his gaze from her.

He led Bear into a trot as he neared her, then pulled the reins gently to stop as he was close enough beside her. "I see you have made your decision," He said coolly as he looked in her general direction, but not directly at her. He could not bring himself to look at her face. He had not known Lady Kolgrim would take his words literally, but he knew he should have suspected as much.

*'If this is an attempt to make me feel further ashamed of what I said,'* He thought as he looked away in the direction of the carriage, feeling his face growing hot, *'then it is succeeding spectacularly.'*
Richard
Calypso Kolgrim 
The Kolgrim Estate, Sol
 

As soon as she spotted the young lord riding towards her a satisfaction filled her chests. Their eyes locked for a mere second before he turned away. Even once he had stopped his house besides her his eyes were never quite focused on her face traveling around resting on the neck of the horse, her skirt, the grass, for a moment she wondered if it wouldn't be better for them to switch roles. Her sitting high and mighty on the horse and him playing the part of the humble lady. 

Lord Bastien was ashamed and Calypso found herself amused by the color on his cheeks as she let a sly smile slide on her sleep, her eyes fixed on his face shamelessly. "I am in no position to refuse such an advantageous proposition, my Lord," Said her gently caressing the snout of the horse. "There isn't much left for me here anyway." Her eyes trailing towards the stone structure. "Changes need to be done for life to continue." Those were words her father would often repeat, and firmly believed in. 

"Speaking of changes," Her gaze went back to the nobleman's face "Am I more of your liking now my lord?" Teased her "Don't worry about flattering me. My mourning days are coming to a close and wearing the veil is not functional at all for traveling. Your words had no impact on my decision, despite how eager you looked." There was no venom but her words were like fangs and Calypso was making sure to sink them into Bastien's flesh.

The young lady squinted lightly tilting her head, "Are you feeling unwell my lord? " Asked her with slight mockery, her hand still caressing the horse"Your cheeks are so red, was the ride too much or the sun too hot? Shall I fetch you some water?" Ok, she was having fun, it was impossible to deny it. 

As soon as the carriage had stopped on the grass, Calypso's servant had started placing her stuff on it, she shoots a glance at it before turning back to look at the Lord's face " Are we not to travel on the same vehicle? Shame." And turned to look at the horse " But I'm sure you'll keep our lordship on the right trail, am I right? " This time Calypso was talking to the horse, a genuine smile on her lips as she caressed the animal.
Louis
Bastien de Lysse
The Kolgrim Estate, Sol

Wearing a veil would be perfectly functional, as she was to sit in the carriage for the entire duration of the trip, but Bastien held his tongue. He was to be more professional. He was now Lady Calypso's employer, after all.

At the mention of his complexion, he cleared his throat. "No, I am fine," He said as his eyes finally found their way to her face. In her eyes was a challenge. A knowing look.

She was teasing him. And yet when he teased her, it was perceived so differently. *Why must things be so complicated?* He thought as he looked at her. *I suppose it's different in a way. Even though I don't know how.*

Oh well. He was not going to make the same mistake again. He was to have a business relationship with her. He was not paying her to be his friend, or anything else.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair back as another gust of breeze cooled his face. "As long as you are able to perform your tasks, I do not particularly care about anything else," He said evenly.

"I took the liberty of making travel arrangements," He added, his eyes locking with her for a few moments as she stepped away from his horse. "The entire carriage is yours. I will be on horseback for the duration of the trip." He gave her a small, empty smile. "I'm sure you would prefer it that way."
Richard
Calypso Kolgrim 
The Kolgrim Estate, Sol
 

Calypso forced herself to stop smiling. She needed to be careful about how she spoke to him now. It was time to get back to business and stop fooling around. She nodded solemnly "Of course your grace. You don't have to worry, it may take me a moment to adjust to the new situation, but you don't need to concern yourself with that. "

Sure, traveling alone was nice but she still needed to talk to him "Oh, I see..." Murmured her. " I'll be honest I expected that we could put a good use the absence of unwanted ears during the travel to better discuss my position." She bit the inside of her cheeks, looking around her discreetly "You still need to give me the information I asked you." Her voice quiet. 

"Mine aren't unfounded questions my lord. I need to know who I should look myself from, who's eyes should try to avoid, what places and times are safe." She whispered almost hissing those words not looking directly at him. "And most important who or what you want me to keep eyes on and ears open for." 

" I'm sure that you are perfectly aware that walls have ears, all of them. If what you told me is true as soon as I'll arrive in the Gray Hills everyone will be watching my every movement with hostility and it will be difficult and dangerous for us to discuss such matters in your home." She knew that Bastien wasn't stupid, he put her on alert about what kind of situation she was about to get herself into. "Meanwhile the wooden walls of a carriage are fare more secure to keep information away from unwanted listeners. " She could be more clear than that, she needed him on the carriage with her.

Calypso wouldn't need all this Kind of information if she was merely going to be his sister companion.
But she wasn't. He wanted her to put herself on the first line to retrieve information for him and yet he was giving her absolutely nothing to protect herself with. This wasn't a joke for her.
Louis
Bastien de Lysse
Kolgrim Estate, Sol

Bastien studied her for a moment as she said all of this. It made sense to him, but he did not expect her to be so serious about wanting to know all of the information so quickly. When he had offered her a position as Fleur's lady-in-waiting, he had meant it literally. It seems as though Lady Kolgrim was thinking that the arrangement was more focused on her... *Talents*, so to speak. Bastien had not meant for this to happen, but he did not mind the idea of having Lady Kolgrim's services to himself now and then.

*...'Did not mind the idea of having Lady Kolgrim's services to himself now and then??;;;'*

"Ugh," He said aloud as he pinched the bridge of his nose, grimacing at the way his mind had phrased that thought so tastelessly. He shook his head slightly, as if to clear away the idea of that thought, before he looked down at Lady Kolgrim.

"Yes, I suppose that makes sense," He said slowly. He dismounted his horse swiftly, giving it to the person sitting beside the coachman to ride. "Though if people were to know we were alone in a carriage together for an hour trip, rumors are liable to spread." 

Rumors were putting it mildly, and Bastien was sure Lady Kolgrim understood what he was implying. It would be scandalous if they were caught together in the carriage without a chaperone.
Richard
Calypso Kolgrim 
Th Kolgrim Estate, Sol


Calypso forced her eyes to stay still and not roll at his implication. Seriously this man, one moment he surprised her with wit and well thought out and important affirmation, and a moment later he fails her on this basic things."I am perfectly aware of that. That's why they will not see us together in the carriage my lord." Stated her checking her nails. "Before our arrival, we will stop at a safe distance and let you down from the vehicle. Then you'll get back on your horse and do the last part of the road on horse back. " And looked up back to him. 

"That or we get rid of the horse all together and say it got injured and you were forced to come back by carriage." Stated her with a little shrug, but she could see her attachment to the animal and was sure her would deny that option. "Up to you your Grace, it makes no difference for me but we need to have this talk." Explained her patiently. 

She walked up to the carriage, all her stuff perfectly seated on top of it. It was so weird to see how most of her life could be contained in such a little amount of boxes. All the servants came to give her one last goodbye, the older women from the kitchen making her promise to be sure to eat properly, the maids while holding her hands, wished her luck and to find herself a good catch, with a frivolous giggle. The older men who had worked for his father didn't say much, but she could see that in their eyes she wasn't a young woman leaving to find fortune, but the child they had seen run trough the all, leave forever, the last remanding trace of the man they admired, gone. 
Finally Calypso step on to the carriage and from the window she watched her home being completely empty for the first time. 

For a second she thought she could she the ghosts of her parents waving at her from a window.
Louis
Bastien de Lysse
The Kolgrim Estate, Sol

"No," Bastien said firmly as he put a hand on Bear's neck. "I could not desert Bear." He considered her alternative idea for a moment. "I suppose we will try your other idea, where I will leave the carriage before we reach out destination." *Though if it fails,* He thought as he lowered his hand and gave Bear's reins to the second coachman, *It will look very bad for the two of us. Especially if someone sees me go through the effort of pretending I was not in the carriage for the ending duration of the trip.*

Bastien sighed, then went into the carriage and shut the door. With a click of the tongue of the coachman in front, the carriage rattled slightly and then began to move. Already, Bastien was feeling uncomfortable. His long legs felt scrunched up in the small carriage, and he wanted to keep a respectful distance from Lady Kolgrim. 

He glanced at her, following her gaze to the old house that was slowly leaving her view. He could see her expression clearly without the veil, and it seems as though she had sadness about leaving, but no regret. He did not want to interrupt her final goodbye, so he sat there quietly, looking out his own window, until she decided to speak to him. He understood the importance of a having a private final memory.