Katherine Westmarch, dame Westmarch, was not happy "Just how long has this place been lying empty Deagan?" she said in disbelief as Annabel swept...somewhere in the midst of that billowing dust cloud she and Deagan were steadily retreating from.<br/><br/>"Some decades Dame Westmarch." Deagan replied, Katherine rubbed her forehead with two fingers at that "I am beginning to feel I was shuffled off to somewhere no one has cared for in many years." Katherine gripes, Deagan remaining studiously impassive and silent until Katherine breaks out in a coughing fit from the encroaching dust.<br/><br/>"I'm going to go down into the village, have Annabel keep on airing the place out." she says with a gesture, retreating swiftly and then waving off the carriage driver when he made motions to hitch the horse and leave the stables again. Katherine content it would seem to walk.<br/><br/>She was less content when she went a distance down the road from the manor and stepped in something rural, but hey at least there's some kind of travelling entertainer. Katherine pausing at the edge of the crowd to wipe her shoes off against a wooden step and listen to Seqoia's speech "A fortune teller? Well I suppose there's no harm in that" she said making her way through the more reluctant crowds to the center of the square, a tall girl around Seqoia's age but far more expensively dressed in an off white dress that hasn't been well treated by the walk down to the village "Impress me gypsy girl" she says tossing a coin at Seqoia's feet.