Vivi set off at a brisk trot as soon as they had walked their mounts through the back gates. The pair of guardsmen posted there shifted uneasily, likely aware of Lady Elaine's sentence for her daughter. It was a bit unfair to expect them to stop the girl, though. Vivi was unruly as it suited her and doubly unmanageable if she was on horseback. Vivienne had paused to wink at them and wave. "Tell my mother you didn't see us leave, if she asks." She chirped, cheerful despite the sort of trouble it would land the innocent men in. She had always been a bit uncaring that way. If she'd been at least a bit malicious about it, the manor servants might have held a grudge. Instead, she'd simply left them all exceptionally weary. Being always at her side, Sordis was uniquely immune to less savory repercussions. It was half because he'd been appointed by Vivienne's father and half because following the willful girl was his job before anything else. If Vivi was, herself, aware of the disparity between him and the rest of those in service of her family, she had never mentioned it.<br/><br/>Despite it all, he wasn't wrong. Vivienne would be a fair head of Whitespire, given the chance. What she lacked in experience was most assuredly made up for in her honest love for her home. It was a bit sad that she'd never be offered the chance. As if she were determined to leave that melancholy at the stables, Vivi did not wait long to take Flight to a canter. "I don't know if I care about rank all that much. I just wish I could pick for myself." She said, calling a bit louder over the drumming of the horses' hooves. She was leading them toward the thick woods sprawling off the east side of the manor, sitting  between Whitespire and the border. "I'd rather not have to follow somebody else around." She explained, and then glanced at Sordis with the ghost of an apology flitting at the edges of her teasing smile. "Sorry you've got that sort of job." She snickered, but didn't sound insincere.<br/><br/>It was dark under the forest trees. In the gloom, her hair looked like midnight. She urged Flight along a familiar path, and the steed was surefooted over the roots and stamped earth. She moved as if she were on a mission. Always, she had the urgency of someone running when she was out here. Vivi often wished she'd been born a man, so that she could ride these paths with her father instead of suffering needlepoint beneath her mother's watchful gaze. "At least your existence must not feel trivial, right?" she hummed. Sordis was, at least, trusted in his duties. Vivi thought it might be nice to have that kind of purpose. "Maybe it's different to follow someone around if you aren't a wife, at least."