Packing

As Clarimond walked away from Arabella's tea table, she looked around the garden. She had always just walked by, never noticing or paying attention to the incredible garden which seemed to have come out of a fairy wonderland. The bare cherry blossom was beginning to sprout once again and it perfectly matched Clarimond's mood. She was emerging from a dark winter to a bright spring.

She walked down the long dark hallways and paid no attention to the whispers. She was so happy that she could have danced down the halls if no one was looking. This was going quite well. She returned to her room where Louise was already waiting for her, looking very nervous.

"Clarimond, what happened? You look really excited."

"You can tell, Louise? Well, it is a long story but I can bring you along with me to Theron! One of Arabella's servants is coming along too and probably a knight."

"That's great, but I hope you don't mind me saying this but you should be careful around Arabella. I have a feeling she is involved in something big and bad."

Clarimond nodded, "I know she is. Now, let us talk about this anymore! We can talk about it on the way to Theron. Where are my bags?"

Hidden from Louise's hands immerged two leather bags monographed with the symbol of the Grand Duchy, the moonlight teal blossom. Clarimond carefully packed away some her clothes into one of the leather bags and the other bag, which was a backpack, she filled with her notebook, some bath products, and extra money, along with some books. Hidden in the folds of the clothes, she packed a modern weapon, a firearm in case of any dangers on the road. Her clothes were short-sleeves, long-sleeves, and lots of pants but no dresses.

Last time, she had brought along tons of clothes and there had already been even better clothes provided in Theron. Moreover, her clothes then, dresses and other fancy clothes, were unsuitable for Theron and the long road there causing her to be further isolated. After she finished packing the sun had begun to set soaking her room in ombre sunlight.

After a quiet dinner of mushroom browned butter pasta and cauliflower steak, Clarimond once again set to writing her ideas about her future:

what to tell James Ashford/to get to do:

-find more people to work on the project?

-what is this project's name?

-give money to people that are not taking in right in, to get them later

After thinking for a while, she had finally come upon the perfect name: The White Rose. In the language of the flowers, white roses mean secrecy and this was a very secret organization. She bathed slowly, her thoughts swirling around in her mind. However after she got out of the bath, she began to cough and felt like she was drowning in pain, she needed to take her medicine. After taking it, her breath calmed down and the coughs calmed down, she felt a lot better.

She slipped into bed, this was a nice day in all and very successful.