Humming and swaying to music only she could hear a copper haired young woman left the Teahouse's extensive gardens, having spent her morning in her current favorite manner, that of curled up beneath a large tree with the sunshine dappling through the canopy while she devoured a novel. The story had been decent, satisfying to her though the plot could have been more thought out perhaps, a few holes could be seen in it. Most people hadn't grown up with a author as a father and a scholar as a mother though and she was forgiving of the flaws she found in her reading so long as the character's were well written. They had been and so her mood was as sunny as the day, a soft, elusive smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she shut the door to the outside behind her and smoothed down her skirts. It wouldn't do to walk through the Teahouse at any time with grass lingering on her clothing; day or night, both times of 'day' clients could come a calling.<br/><br/>Fiona made straight for one of the powder rooms that lay on the ground floor, wanting to make sure that her clothing held no lasting issues from her morning in the gardens. Leisure time was allowed within reason so long as one came when called for a house line up and did not miss appointments with patrons, however she had standards she held herself to about how she appeared and would hate for any client to find her lacking for her morning's delight. Luckily she made it to the powder room with no issues and slipped inside, setting her book down on the marble counter before the mirror, attention going to her reflection.<br/><br/>A slight marred her brow as she studied herself, shaking out her full skirts, which on today's gown was made mostly of layer upon layer of delicate tulle in a soft seagreen that held something in common with the color of her pale bluegreen eyes. Her bodice was boned, seeming almost like a corset, with little butterflies 'fluttering' up it, winking small stones accenting their wings. Her gown showed no grass or leaves though and her long copper hair seemed as perfectly in place as it had been that morning when she pinned it half up, even the little rosebuds she had worked into the hairstyle still fresh. Fi smiled then and picked up her book before leaving the powder room, wondering if any of the other's would be in the mood for conversation; with the others there was no knowing.<br/><br/>As she neared the main hall though she heard the voices of two men who had been here before, talking to Anel and Zara it seemed and she paused, still out of direct line of sight of any of them and not wishing to intrude. Her eyes moved to the stairs, considering simply going back to her rooms or seeking out the Master of the House to find out if there was anything he required of her in particular today.