One of HonorÃ¨'s most cherished and well polished skills were the skills of observation. So despite her own meloncholy, she noticed the distinct difference in footsteps that moved through the garden. Turning just ever so slightly, she saw the flash of the gown from the princess and smiled. It seemed young Gavin's sister was not so meek as he thought. This could be interesting. Chuckling to herself, she handed the bird back to the servant who'd come with her and followed after the young princess. After all, if one could prevent it,  it would be bad form to let the girl get into too much trouble.<br/><br/>Unlike the girl, HonorÃ¨ moved as if she belonged there. She even deigned to smile at one of the Ritter Hex that she passed in the garden on her way out, acting as if for all intents and purposes she had been called there, as if for an assignation. After all, Goldspar was all but considered loose and free women anyways, and not all of them knew what had transpired in the dining room yet. But once around a corner, she slipped out of sight herself, looking around her for signs of the princess' passage, doors slightly ajar, the scent of perfume. All and all, an amusing time that reminded her of her mother's training. But did manage to surprise her however, was where she ended up.<br/><br/>She kept far enough back, that the princess who thought herself unobserved, that she would be unobserved and watched what would transpire. Once the princess was inside, HonorÃ¨ would go no further than the door to listen in on the conversation, but if she did not go in, which is what HonorÃ¨ feminine side wish, the comtesse would remain further back. But she did intend to wait for the princess to come out. And then perhaps it would be time for a discussion with the young lady. After all, if her brother caught her, it would serve no one no good.