Roarke was the first to answer, which didn't surprise her. Connal was horribly tight lipped lately and Gwydion took his time; but he knew the most about modern houses. Dawn gave her lover a simple in reply, squeezing his hand as well as she let herself sigh thinking of her parents. "Perhaps it is simply best to wait and see what thoughts are once we arrive. I'm sure the others will have more to say as well."<br/><br/>She spoke, referring to the men and women in the other cars following the limo through the D.C. area. "It does, and perhaps we will make more. Which means I don't want it to be destroyed."<br/><br/>Gywdion laughed then slightly, shaking his head as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Don't fret so my princess, I'll make a few calls to heighten the mortal mode of security once we get there and I'm sure the others will have the tricks learned from their times in their respective Courts." The blond nodded and leaned slightly into the Harper, relaxing with him. He had been the very first of the Pure she had ever seen, ever had contact with and he lived equally in the magical realm and the mortal one. It was reassuring to have him around, to hear him laugh and seem so confident.<br/><br/>The drive seemed to fly by, certainly faster then most drives she had made through the area by herself in her own car. Soon they were St. Michaels and then pulling into the estate. Everyone seemed to work well together as they unloaded the cars and selected bedrooms, two of the handmaidens leaving to go shopping for food and the like, through glamored to appear merely human.<br/><br/>Connal and Dawn spent a good hour arguing over what bedroom she should use, he favored something upstairs, saying the master room on the ground floor was too exposed but she pointed out that wards could be tied to the earth and stronger that way and more easily escaped. Finally giving up on getting it settled Dawn left the men to themselves and went into the master bedroom with a firm shut of the door. "Dawn, at least..."<br/><br/>"No!" she shouted through the locked door at her Captain of the guard, seething. "I'm only changing and this is closer then running upstairs so you can deal."<br/><br/>There was no room to argue there and she was sure Connal was storming off then to do something himself. Pushing him and other concerns from her mind Dawn changed from her traveling clothes into a swimsuit and grabbed a towel; working out some stress in the pool sounded like a lovely idea. There was no response on her phone from Cecily yet, or from the email she had sent to Cernunnos. It seemed she was alone with her 'routine'. What fun.  She left the house through the garden rather then going back into the hallway; any of them that wanted to know where she was could easily read her aura after all, and quickly made her way to the pool. Discarding her towel and her phone on a pool bench the woman dived straight in to the crisp cool water.