<span style="color: #FF0000">Antoinette had gotten home ahead of her father. She had gone with some of the servants to buy parchment and ink for record keeping at the villa. And of course lessons as well. During the trip she had worn a half way decent looking dress. Her little secret, of course, is the well worn pair of leather boots underneath that the men about the city  could be seen wearing. The household staff had long ago quite trying to get her to wear such footwear. Which is good because the usual female footwear usually gets lost or their beauty marred by the dust gathered on them. <br/><br/>As soon as the parchment and ink has been stowed away properly Antoinette heads for her room, calling for a couple maids to help her out of "this infernal dress." The intention was to sneak out of the house before her father came back in order to get some horse back riding done. Antoinette doesn't care if she never has children, she would ride astride a horse instead of side saddle if she pleases. <br/><br/>She comes into view just as her father steps into the door. Instantly Antoinette can tell by the way he is nashing on his pipe the meeting hadn't gone well. She tries to fix her messed up hair quietly, knowing her father might tease her about the men's clothing she had put on, along with the same boots that had left the muddy prints.</span><br/><br/><br/>Taya didn't say anything until after she took a sip of tea. "It's quite strong today." Not a complaint, as she often does, just an observation. "And how has Kyle been faring this whole time?"