<strong><br/>In the Drawing Room</strong><br/><br/>Rowena sat patiently awaiting the arrival of the tea her senses preoccupied with thoughts and feelings, she was slightly startled when it dawned upon her that it had arrived before her.  She smiled apologetically at<strong>Bethany</strong>and directed to the table but waved her away before she could pour any tea from the pot.<br/><br/><em>"Thank you, leave it I prefer to serve my own tea from the pot." </em><br/><br/>Rowena reached for the pot with one hand and steadied to pot with her other as it trembled slightly in her grasp, she picked the pot up gently and poured herself a cup from the spout.  Rowena ignored the accompaniments that came with the tea for this was a different ritual of tea than the usual, Rowena wanted not to muddy the waters with other ingredients  to be sure of her reading. With slender delicate fingers she raised the cup to her lips and took in the teas scent blowing softly to cool its liquid before taking a first sip.  The flavor was not to her usual liking but it was not unpleasant and it would have to be mostly drunk to perform her reading of the cup, and so Rowena drunk from her cup often and swiftly with some amount of scolding from her aunt.<br/><br/>Rowena drained the cups contents until little more than a spoonful of tea remained at which point she shifted the cup in her hand, taking it in her left hand by the handle she turned it rapidly swirling the contents a measured and practiced three times from left to right.  Her concentration focused on the act she willed the dregs of tea to form for her a meaningful pattern and invoke for her an answer to her curiosity, carefully she turned the cup over onto the saucer she held steady with her right hand and placed it upon the table.<br/><br/>A few minutes passed before Rowena took up her cup once more turning it over in her left hand and peering into its depths, her hand trembled slightly and her eyes focused upon the patterns she witnessed. She shuddered and felt chill at the thoughts and swiftly placed the cup back turned down upon the saucer as if its contents might offend or startle her.  Rowena glanced about the room nervously and wondered what to do with herself, she could deny and push aside her feelings and the signs no longer there was to much to it to be coincidence.  She was now sure that doom approached swiftly this night that the evening would end in loss and despair, Major Tyler's earlier words echoed in her head at that point of saving lives and she felt a twinge of guilt at keeping such things to herself. But what good would warnings do nobody would listen it would only arise suspicion and questions, no the secrets must be kept the evening maintained the waiting game must be played.