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Glorious Horrors [ Vinaein & Andro ]

One might have mistaken Lucian's smile as an indolent one. He was careless, lackadaisical as he waved a hand, chuckling to himself. "Ah, there we go. Don't let it trouble you, my dear Lady Amelia Adler," he said with a tender cast to his eyes, even as he hid a troubled frown beneath the mask of smiles. "We shall ensure you have the best of hospitality...and surely it's not so difficult, is it?" His expressed turned kindly. "To continue to discuss faerie stories and history? I assure you, you will have free rein of the library and the manor as you wish, with...only select exceptions."

Laura pursed her lips, but did not correct him. She seemed paler than usual, turning from them to stare where the mysterious uncle was departing. "Let us not keep Uncle Sebastian waiting, brother mine. I trust that he knows more than he is saying." She left the meaning of that unspoken between them, turning to stride off as Lucian glanced to Amelia's hurried press at her purse.

"Uncle Sebastian cared for us for some time after the untimely happenstance that took our parents," Lucian remarked later moistening his lips. He took the letter to run his eyes upon it. "Although...the signature seems familiar, but not entirely his, I am afraid...well, you'll have the time you need to ask him." He gestured her with him.

The family chapel was not a far walk, right outside near to the gatehouse. "It is," Lucian told amelia, "the eldest structure in Ravenhallow. It was constructed when the first manor was and unlike the rest...it has seldom been rebuilt." The design was unmistakably medieval, a great Gothic style with stained glass windows of red and blue, a pointed roof and an open door that led to lush velvet carpets and pews that dotted along the corridor.

And there, by an altar, was Laura. And by her, was a man, taller than Lucian. His smile was disarming and friendly, his body draped in a traveler's cloak, his hands by white gloves. In one hand, he held a cane that he tapped upon the ground, the click of his tongue coming from him. "I was paying my respects to their poor mother," he remarked delicately, Lucian and Laura's mouths both curving downward briefly. "My name, Miss Adler," their uncle stepped forward,

"Is Sebastian Rook. I have been away on business and I return to quite an unusual happenstance, if I daresay." His smile turned paternal, even friendly. "Come, come, there is no need for alarm or trouble. I merely wish to inquire if these two I raised from proper little wildlings into gentleman and gentlewoman have mastered the art of hospitality! I do hope you've had tea and a decent meal? Time to rest? We can hardly have you sent away. If, after all, everything I have heard is accurate?"

His smile grew, his eyes boring into Amelia's own.

"You're family."
 
When he spoke her name all of the worries she felt tightening in her chest had briefly been put on hold. She felt lighter for it, hearing the cadence in his voice, and seeing herself reflected back in his glossy onyx eyes. There was something strangely romantic and frightening about it just the same as the visage his tall, dark uncle had struck her with, yet Lucian bore it differently. Laura on the other hand was the resigned enigma she was still trying to feel out without burning her hands too severely. Amelia's attention turned back to the sister as she departed to the chapel per their uncle's request.

At his gesture, Lady Adler put away the letter while trying to hide her look of disappointment to see that the signature was not telling of Uncle Sebastian. Whatever mystery led her to Ravenhallow was far more complicated it seemed.

She followed along to the chapel in Lucian's tall wake, like being hidden in the shadow of a weighty pall. Fortunately they did not have to walk long to reach the chapel, and at the same time it was a bit unfortunate, for Amelia had little opportunity to reign in her composure while preparing to meet the mysterious uncle who visibly had both Talbots on edge. No, she hadn't failed to notice the new shade of pale which dominated Laura's already fashionably sickly pallor, or the way Lucian drew into himself. For being complete strangers only a handful of hours ago, Amelia found herself oddly fast at acclimating to her hosts and their mannerisms. It was why she was so happy to talk with Lucian about their morbid little curiosities. Yet the why of it all still evaded her.

Inside the chapel streams of glistening stained glass hues cast over them from the early afternoon sun. Amelia suddenly felt keenly aware of being judged by saints and martyrs and ancestors. She would have talked to Lucian at length about the stunning architecture but--

Sebastian Rook.

The name suited him, Amelia thought, as he introduced himself and descended the dais where the altar stood proudly, a massive singular piece of stone.

Her lips pursed to hear the man was apparently caught up on their... predicament. Lady Adler felt as if everyone at Ravenhallow knew about the cruel joke before she had even arrived, though it was only her wounded pride at such an embarrassing situation. Sebastian must have noticed the stiffness in her figure after he introduced himself since he beckoned her over. She obliged just a few steps. His next words struck her like an icy chill.

"I'm... I believe there has been a misunderstanding, sir," Amelia started to explain. She briefly looked up to Lucian and then with her other hand retrieved the neatly folded letter. Amelia crossed the rest of the gap to Sebastian and extended it out to him. "The letter implied I would be claiming the untended manor as an inheritance and taking up residence. But clearly that is not the case when it's already occupied, and has been for many generations." She again paused and looked to the siblings. Finally she moved her warm eyes over to their uncle, eyeing the cutting silhouette he made in his riding cloak. Like a raven.

"None the less I will make arrangements to return home soon and restore normalcy here. Although I would be very curious to know the origin of the note."
 
Rook seemed to stare at the Lady Adler without blinking for a long moment, his smiled stretched delicately across his face. He was immaculately dressed, his hair slicked back and his face smooth shaven. His eyes glinted within their sockets as he inclined his head, sweeping with a soft bow at the waist, folding his cane along with one hand. Lucian and Laura remained near to one another. Sebastian Rook beheld Amelia Adler like he was studying a dove set upon a slide, as a fox might study its meal.

Lucian remained resolute, his shoulders back as Laura adopted the grimacing countenance of a forced smile. "It is wonderful to see you, Uncle Sebastian. Have you been long upon the road? We would be happy to send Bernice word for refreshments, if you require?"

"Oh, not necessary. I did stop at Moonwell beforehand and I rejoice to say the tea there contains a fine a flavor as ever. I shall dine later at a proper supper," Sebastian Rook remarked, his attention fixated upon Amelia Adler. "I trust such a charming and uninvited visitor has not gone wanting for attention or stimulation in the meanwhile, my nephew?"

"Ah, nothing so much as boring her, uncle! With all the joyless histories of Ravenhallow."

"Joyless, you say. Oh, Lucian, how have I failed you?" Rook tsked gently. "History is carved into the very foundations of this manor, from the castle it was before, to the rock and wood before that." His gaze flicked to Amelia. "A misunderstanding, you say?" He asked as he smiled with seemingly limitless beneficence. "I daresay there is no misunderstanding, nor coincidence in this, my dear Lady Adler. Evidently you are right where you are supposed to be." He took the letter, his eyes fluttering upon it briefly. "Just because it is occupied does not mean it is not also yours? Perhaps providence has stretched its hand forth and placed you here for a reason?" Rook folded the note, handing it back to Amelia as he adjusted his cloak.

"A return requires several things, my dear Lady Adler. A departure, a journey and a destination. You may have the first two, should you wish. But I do not believe I am incorrect in the assumption that the third component is absent from the equation. Ergo, I must insist as the former steward of Ravenhallow before my dear nephew took upon his title when he came of age, that we demonstrate that hospitality is not merely a thing to be found in the storied halls of London. Why, it is alive and well within the countryside and this letter does prove, if nothing else, that...you are more than expected. I know I have seen this signature before and what is more, it bears the seal. Oh, Lucian, did you not tell her?" Rook clicked his tongue, Lucian's mouth curving dowards into a frown.

"Uncle, it was hardly fit conversation- "

"Surely you would tell her you recognize your own lord father's handwriting and seal, my boy." Rook chuckled softly. "Now, unless a ghost has been writing this, I would wager someone knew of the Lady Adler and held this note in confidence until a certain time had elapsed. Or someone expected this house to be empty at the time."

Laura's smile became even more forced. "Yes, Uncle, it seems a mystery- "

"One we shall endeavor to unravel. But it is simply not safe for the Lady Adler to depart...Ravenhallow does not surrender its inhabitants easily." Rook kept his gaze upon Amelia. "I insist you remain. For the season at the very least. Moonwell would welcome you with open arms, though I do not recommend visiting the old caves nearby. Some tend to lose their way forever in those." He extended his hands out, laughing merrily.

"But where are my courtesies? We can analyze and discuss this over dinner later. Lucian, Laura, see to the poor lass. I will take my rest in my room." He took Amelia's hand, giving a sweeping bow to kiss the back of her hand. "You are welcome here, as we discover everything there is to know. Permit me a singular warning that I offer, free of charge.

"Ravenhallow has many ghosts. See that you to do not join them."
 
He came closer to her and Amelia could not help but keep her eyes locked on the imposing man. Sebastian Rook cut a frightening figure cloaked in a finely tailored outfit that acted to thinly veil something nefarious beneath. Lady Adler did not know the man for more than a few moments yet already he made the small hairs on the back of her neck stand up like the way it tickled a nightmarish recess of her mind while staring down a black hallway in the middle of the night. She could not place why the older man's presence did this, she was only certain of the affect it had.

She dared to interject quietly when Sebastian remarked that she was, perhaps, right where she ought to be. How strange!

"I do not think that's very likely, sir--" Amelia began to say, clearly in disagreement. Lucian had been incredible hospitable and Laura was tolerant, in a way, though Lady Adler felt more like she was trapped than coming to vacation at a distant relative's home for the autumn season.

She swallowed hard when Sebastian correctly guessed her delicate predicament regarding a destination. Her father did not bar her from returning to their far more modest apartments in London, but being his only unwed child, there were expectations of her she had yet to fulfill. Ravenhallow aspired to be that opportunity and then it quickly spiralled down from there. Would father be cross at her return? Most likely, given the nature of the letter she went off of rather than consulting him at length. So, she remained standing there a bit awkwardly while Sebastian revealed a new plan for her: to remain.

However, her eyes quickly darted over to Lucian's onyx gaze when Sebastian remarked the missing piece of her puzzle... had he known this whole time? That it was penned by his very own late father, bore the wax seal of Ravenhallow itself, and sent to her at a man's posthumous behest? The news made her grow pale and Amelia reached out as inconspicuously as possible to grasp for a pew beside where she stood in the aisle. It was Sebastian's hand, warm through his riding glove, that made her heart beat faster again almost uncomfortable before planting a kiss there like the very seal which had been ignored.

Now she had no choice.

"Dinner, yes... of course."


Harriet fluffed up a thick pillow filled with goose feathers and tossed it a bit passive aggressively up against a beautiful lacquered headboard, while Evelyn, the younger maid, swatted the thick velvet drapes around the four poster bed to revive its former vivid green splendour. The suite was large and immaculate save a bit of dust accumulated over the years of having little in the way of guests present at Ravenhallow, let alone family.

"Can you believe this, a relative?" hissed Harriet, obviously deeply perturbed by the news. It was to be expected when she waited on the Talbot family her whole life, as did her mother, and her mother before her. Such a tight knit generational occupation lent itself to a certain xenophobia, which wasn't exactly shared by some more green staff. A final pat on the pillow saw the edges tufted up and a thick gold embroidered duvet pulled up to cover the entirety of the feather bed. "To think all you 'ave to do is come calling unexpected with a letter, and you have room and board for however long you wish!" She tsk'ed loudly and shook her head.

"Is it true then, miss? That she must be their distant cousin?" asked Evelyn, naive and a bit wide eyed. She hazarded a glance over her shoulder. They were out of earshot of Amelia who was in the very same room, but thankfully it was expansive enough to forgive their gossip and faded harsh whispers before they could float to her ears by the recently ignited hearth on the far side.

Amelia rubbed her palms together to warm them, and presently had thrown a plaid shawl over her shoulders which was rummaged out of a cedar chest at the end of the bed. Her warm eyes moved up and around the painted ceiling, gilded crown mouldings, tapestry lined walls and the lavish furniture within. It all looked fit for a Duchess. She felt out of her element.

"Lady Adler," Harriet said, clearing her throat. It got the younger woman's attention with a start. Briefly an apologetic flicker crossed the old maid's face but she pressed on by reminding herself that this girl was not a Talbot. She knew them. They never spoke of distant family, no cousins or nieces or the like. Only the late Lord Talbot's siblings were brought up on occasion.

"Dinner will be set shortly. Evelyn will show you to the dining hall while I put the finishing touches on your room. Is there anything else you require?" Her plump little hands folded neatly upon her pressed apron while she awaited an answer. Secretly, she hoped there would be nothing else, but perhaps that bled through her expression a tad.

"No, nothing else. Thank you Harriet." Amelia responded by tugging the shawl a bit tighter around her shoulders once more, rubbing her upper arms vigorously. Then she pulled it away and lay it over the back of a tall armchair. "Evelyn, shall we?"

The girl nodded. Her head of pristine golden hair pinned down beneath a small cotton cap remained entirely still as she curtsied and gestured to the door, beginning to escort Amelia down to the formal dining room. Ravenhallow had several receiving rooms, parlours, studies and the like, but depending on the season they rotated through rooms at a predictable rate for the best view and temperature.
 
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It was when Sebastian Rook mentioned the father of the twins that Lucian and Laura seemed to quaver, as through reeds in the firm wind. Both had reacted, with Lucian's face in its impassive smile, rook not reacting more than he'd needed. Lucian's black eyes simply beheld Amelia's own, Lucian opening his mouth to remark delicately. "The obvious difficulty with that being an explanation, uncle...would be the problem you know well. As our parents have been among the deceased for a very long time now." Now, normally that would not have been a bar to someone influencing the realms of the living at Ravenhallow. Far from it, in fact...

But, Lucian could not tell Amelia this. How could he even begin to find the words? She would run screaming into the wilderness, never to look back should she know the truth of what the siblings saw, of what Rook could see as well. The ghosts and perhaps worse of Ravenhallow. Of the secrets of the moon and the sway it held over the blood of the Talbot family. But despite this, despite the myriad ghosts who populated the manor?

Never once had Lucian ever seen his mother and father. Never once had he beheld their touch since the night his father had died. Since the night Rook had taken control of their education. Him and-

"Brother," Laura said, putting a hand to his arm. "Uncle Sebastian clearly has the best in mind here. Let us simply be grateful he is so eager to parse through this mystery, no?" She extended her graciousness to Amelia. "I was perhaps overly harsh with shock earlier, Miss Adler. Amelia. I must insist you remain by us if the road to returning is so...perilous." She cleared her throat.

As rook stared at Amelia, with that same coolly joyous expression, like icicles upon a frozen river. He had made certain she had heard him. The words seemed to reverberate all about.

"Ravenhallow has many ghosts.

"See that you do not join them."
--
The sun set early at Ravenhallow. Already time had passed and the siblings had vanished to attend their own business until the very end. Light faded very quickly and the servant and groundskeepers had remained inside, lamps and lanterns soon lit as they bustled to their own business. The servant quarters were abuzz with the recent arrivals. And outside...

If one listened closely enough, they could hear howling from the woods, from the moors and the hills. In his own room, Sebastian Rook was preparing for dinner, donning his finest coat, his hair neatly combed back. His thoughts were to the lady Amelia Adler. In fact, he thought of nothing else. He was thinking of so much that had come before, of history. Rook knew the history of ravenhallow.

He had shaped a great deal of it indeed. Ever since the twins' mother had died, found in the gardens, her eyes hollow and reflecting the paleness of the moon above. Ever since the twins' father had died, found with-

Well. No use dwelling on such unpleasantness, Rook decided. It had been so long since they had enjoyed a good family meal. He listened to the symphony of howls outside, of the 'dogs,' they had been called. Doubtless all of Moonwell remained within tonight. It was an age of reason, of science...

But many believed just enough not to test it. That suited Sebastian Rook well. Or would, if he could narrow down just what this woman intended by her presence in Ravenhallow...

Or rather what others attended for her. So he waited in this room, biding his time, while in the dining hall, Lucian was already there, waiting to greet Amelia. He was well dressed, bathed and with a pleasant smile back on his face. "Ah, Madame Adler!" He said. "I hope you haven't found the hours since boring...I've been looking forward to this. It grows rather dark quickly here, so...it's best to remain inside on these nights. You'll find that from here to Moonwell."

A load of bread, freshly baked, had been carved for the table, with an array of butter and spreads. Fresh fruit remained by it, a collection of grapes, berries, apples, with a set of grilled trout, a capon with glistening and crispy skin, a meat pie and a roast, carved to reveal glistening pink meat that dripped with juices.

"I daresay the chef made too much tonight, but with Uncle back.." Lucian chuckled. "Don't worry, don't feel compelled to eat all of it...naturally the rest goes to the staff here...won't you join me? Laura will be here soon."
 
Down the hallway leading to the grand staircase, Amelia paused in Evelyn's wake while the younger servant led her to dinner. A din of howling dogs outside was quite distant but the sound still pierced through the lady's chest as she felt stunned into hearing it. The maid, too, had paused to listen but she seemed much more affected by it to the point where it became a discomforting irritation. Evelyn's hands clasped tight in front of her apron and her eyes shifted around the shadowy corridor upstairs like she expected to see one of the beasts leap out at them in a savage attack.

"C-come along now, miss Adler. The Talbots are awaiting in the western dining room," she said by way of gingerly prodding Amelia along. Eventually the guest and would-be relative made her way downstairs to the appointed room where the sun was just setting. The entire atmosphere around Ravenhallow was dark with only the fainest hint of indigo and orange on the horizon where the sun slipped down into its slumber. A full moon drowned out the warm hues fading fast with its own bright paleness.

It was like a refreshing breeze to see Lucian again. Although she only knew him for that day, family or not 'til the mystery was unravelled, she felt quite welcome in his presence. That alone seemed to uplift her mood and Amelia smiled when he greeted her. She hardly noticed as Evelyn stopped by the door then sunk back into the hallway as soon as the two acknowledge one another, no doubt off to fetch more refreshments and finish her chores. As the senior most maid, Harriet would be the one coming down to attend them at dinner.

She marvelled openly at the spread: "Ah, I could hardly think to eat this much in a week! But it looks absolutely delicious, so I'll have to make an effort to try a bit of everything," she said by way of compromise. Their cook had clearly worked hard and Amelia was glad to hear it. "We shall all have a lovely feast tonight. And tomorrow too, appetites depending." Her smile broadened when Lucian invited her to sit down at the table. The length of it was arranged in a delightful spread across the way with both heads of the table prepared with a plate and seat, while the middle also was adorned for Laura and Amelia. She was used to more personal dinner arrangements but again had never been to such a rich manor as this except for holiday dinners. It felt so strangely lonely despite its brightness and ravishing dishes...

"Oh, it is a shame you don't take the air in the evening here. I do love a good walk after dinner, dark or not," she commented about the fall weather making it less than optimal to go out when it was dark by supper. The dark never frightened Amelia as a child. Rather, she liked to admire the moon, to hear the wind rustle through the trees at their summer house -- she hadn't spent time there since her own mother passed.

Then her expression changed, falling slightly. "Lord Talbot, about your uncle... does he often come unexpectedly?" Amelia merely wanted to make small talk and learn more about the mysterious man who unnerved her, though she hoped she wasn't being too uncouth about it. "He seemed very attached to Ravenhallow and his role as your mentor since the passing of your parents. I wonder how such a man spends his time abroad from the house."
 
The first thing Amelia would see upon arrival was the great oaken table, the dark wood adorned with dishes and luxurious tablecloths. The display of wealth surpassed the dilapidated regions of the manor Amelia had previously seen...that was really the secret of Ravenhallow; as beautiful and splendid as it may have seemed, there was the undercurrent of dark decay seeping within. A fitting metaphor for the family therein.

The Lord of Ravenhallow was waiting for her. His hands were folded behind his back as he approached Amelia with a touch of his old merriment back. Any hints of unease had been washed away beneath his affability while the flickering candles danced in gleaming lights upon his face, an orange cast upon him. He was beginning, he supposed, to associate Amelia Adler with a measure of comfort, mysteries aside.

"Well, I suspect much of this food should last a week, including with the servants," he added as he swept a hand across the table. "The cook has been with us since Laura and I were young...much like some of the maids. Some were even playmates to Laura when we were children. A reason we remain so close now." He brought Amelia to the table with him, dishes and utensils arranged in front of their places. "I trust you know which fork goes with which meal. And if you don;t, then I can assure you: nobody here actually cares."

"Oh, it is a shame you don't take the air in the evening here. I do love a good walk after dinner, dark or not," Amelia said. Lucian's smile quavered just a touch.

"I must confess...the dark nights scarce agree with us," he said as Laura made her way over, wearing a fine dress with her hair done up. "There are some superstitions."

"And thanks to those superstitions, the people of Moonwell would rather we remain inside at night. It is also infamously dark around our home," Laura said primly, stepping to the other side of Lucian as she dusted her dress down. Lucian looked into Amelia's eyes.

"Uncle Sebastian...comes and goes as he will. He manages the family fortune in investments and brokerage as well." He added delicately as he beckoned Amelia to try the food, taking a slice of rare, dripping meat. "He might seem intimidating, but he has a soft side..." Lucian was afraid to ask of her parents, knowing she must have been quite alone in the world now herself."

"Have you considered staying a time...?" Laura asked softly.
 
"Yes, there's plenty. Your cook must have been very excited by Lord Rook's arrival," Amelia said, still finding that using his name on her tongue felt a bit off, and opted to keep things more formal while the man wasn't around to insist otherwise. She smiled as she looked over the feast prepared for them - it was, after all, a splendid sight made of hard work and beautiful craftsmanship. Not wanting to offend, she moved with Lucian's gesture and inclined herself to begin sampling the many platters despite the last head being unaccounted for yet.

She felt lighter in Lucian's company when they were alone, no longer restrained by Laura's mixed presence. There was still much to figure out about the Lady Talbot and her impression of Amelia, who could at least understand any tension felt by the strangeness of her arrival and now, more strange, the posthumous invitation.

"Ah, I see," Lady Adler nodded at his warning about thee walk. Much as it pained her to potentially forego her evening walks -- but her mind hurriedly scattered the thought when Laura arrived looking prepared for a proper dinner in high company, reiterating her brother's words. While she cared little for what the townspeople might consider tradition or hold in fear, she did not want to step on her host's toes. Amelia filled the pause by plucking a few grapes from the nearby platter and bringing one to her mouth. It was perfectly in season, somehow, not too ripe in the slightest yet sweet all the same.

Amelia moved for the capon next and parted the poor creature with a prepared thin slice for herself, careful to be tidy about it, and a helping of roasted root vegetables. Though her fork didn't leave the side of her plate 'till Sebastian was to arrive, whenever he deigned to reveal himself. Old habits and all.

Laura's question gave her pause next. Of the two siblings present she didn't expect Laura to inquire about her presence at Ravenhallow except for a possible date to exeunt their peaceful manor. Her head tilted just so, causing a loose piece of wavy dark chestnut hair to trickle across her shoulder while she appeared to study her wine glass.

"I... perhaps a little while, to give me enough time to settle affairs for returning home," she said, remaining intentionally vague about that duration and her own preference to remain or leave. "Your Uncle seemed rather keen on me staying a spell and I wouldn't wish to intrude any more than I have already. Though the letter from your fath---"

"Tea, Lady Adler?" Harriet had appeared like a ghost, her fiery red hair pinned so neatly and the white accents of her mostly black attire starched to perfection. Surely she must have played governess to the children at some point. The silver pot was offered outward as if Amelia actually had no say in the matter. She obliged of course, raising her cup to be filled with sweet floral ceylon. Harriet's eyes stayed fixed on Amelia until the cup was full and then Lady Adler turned her attention back to Laura.

"A week, maybe two, if that is possible?"
 
"Oh, Lord Rook..." Lucian laughed softly at that, his eyes turning upward toward the ceiling. "Please. To us, he's merely...Uncle Sebastian," he said. "And yes, the staff always...appreciates his visits, of course. Quite a bit. He does bring his appetite with him. I assure you, food has never been much of a problem at Ravenhallow." At least, for all the problems they DID have, this was not among them. Small favors, he thought.

Laura was taking her cup and sipping delicately there, Lucian gesturing to sit and begin the feast. He was helping himself to good, bloody meat, his eyes carrying a spark of delight once his tongue touched the cooked flesh. His teeth set into the meat as he chewed, observing Amelia's delicate helping of food herself. "No need to stand on ceremony, nor cause to impress," Lucian assured their lovely visitor. "Have all you want. As I said, don't worry at all." He was then collecting some of the fish, enjoying the fine, white flesh of the former water dweller. "The fruits grow here as well, quite seasonally," he added. "We have the grapes, berries and more...there are such that grow only here, the benefits of being out in the country that you shan't find in the cities....the plums?" He gestured to a thick one. "Were called Moonfruits when I was a boy. They're sweet, but Laura used to joke they did 'bleed' a bit.

"Brother, dear, please," Laura chuckled. "Let's not dredge up dreary childhood memories there...please, Amelia Adler...eat. Uncle Sebastian will join us in his own time. He ever comes and goes as is convenient for him." She was delicately enjoying a bite of capon herself, along with vegetables and fruits. Laura focused on the meat as well...in fact, it seemed both siblings had a taste for blood.

Harriet's interruption was scarcely unwelcome, but Amelia received only a smile from Lucian. "Divest yourself of the notion it is an imposition or intrusion. Truthfully...that was more enjoyment than I'd had in years, seeing the library with you..." He tapped his fork upon the plate, letting out a small metallic ring through the room. "A week. Maybe two," he echoed. "And then...where do you return to?" His head cocked with curiosity in his eyes, while he tried to focus and ignore the ghosts that lingered about, staring mournfully at the food they could not taste.

"Perhaps we can head to town tomorrow. So much to see," lucian said. Sudden interest came over him. "I would appreciate a chance to spend more time together and for more spirited conversation. Especially if you've had time to read more." He knew Sebastian Rook would arrive shortly, but...

"Of course, I have little but time...I confess the moon cycles often bring with them some...lethargy here," he said. "But Moonwell is quite lovely in the daytime...even a little market...people come from afar to see it."

Laura chuckled softly. "Mmm, yes...all from the next towns, you mean.." she gave Laura a playful wink...seeming to warm to her, solely because Lucian did.
 
Amelia nodded at Lucian when he politely corrected her, and she realized perhaps she had been a little too informal regarding the strange tall man who had simply snuck up into all of their lives unexpectedly that afternoon. Not wanting to turn up her nose at her own exceedingly generous hosts though, Lady Adler decided to quickly adopt the less formal moniker at least when Sebastian was not around her person. She could not shake the strangeness of calling him by his name, nor uncle, but for now would oblige the siblings here.

The meal too was calling to her and Laura's prompting was more than enough to coax her into eating something. Shaking off the guise of a bird, such old habits fostered by her parents in her youth that were difficult to be rid of despite the call to enjoy the meal heartily, Amelia began to reach for more: she sampled more of the fruit that Lucian quite fondly mentioned - and to the touch it was indeed perfectly ripe - and took a larger portion of the capon to settle onto her rapidly filling plate. When all was said and done she had quite the small feast present awaiting her growling appetite. Aside from the Christmas dinners full of pudding and goose and suckling pig, she didn't know another time when she'd seen quite so much food.

"This is a marvellous spread. Your cook is very talented," Amelia said in such genuine appreciation after a few bites in of her kingly meal.

Her eyes were drawn to the plum Lucian pointed out. Like Persephone tempted by the pomegranate, she stretched her dainty pale fingers to encompass one with a chuckle. "They were always my favourite growing up. We had a tree at the summer estate..." She trailed off, finding herself about to speak of a time long passed with memories she did not wish to bring up. While Harriet poured the hot ceylon tea into a porcelain cup at her front right, the intoxicating scent of it wafting to her like the herbs were freshly presented on her plate, the fork thrum called her attention. Amelia chewed over how to respond to Lucian again with drawn out enjoyment of the capon.

Eventually she would have to swallow and respond. A smile forced itself to the surface of her sumptuous pink mouth and she looked over to him, then averted her gaze almost sheepishly.

"Ah, well, I would plan to return home to London. My father's home is quite comfortable and spacious even in the city." She was almost tempted to add 'if he would have me',

Then she turned to peer back at Lucian and continued, and another face was visible beside her own.

"It is nothing compared to the grandeur of Ravenhallow of course." She smiled, quite unaware of the figure lingering against her.

It was nearly level with Amelia's face, its neck almost broken by the sharp angle it took to stare at the hefty plate and spreads, then to the young woman, and back again at the meal. Her sunken features were fixed on the guest despite how small and black her eyes had become. Sickly grey skin matched the hue of the sodden dress she wore bedecked with the ruffles and sleeves of something at least a century old. Reams of long, damp black hair hung down the spectre's shoulder, the ends of which partly lay draped upon the very table beside Amelia's arm as she hovered by her side. Though not a drop of water pattered to the floor as the drowned creature poured its gaze into its vibrant counterpart, then slowly looked over to Lucian.

"Oh, the town? That would be lovely. I'm sure there is much the two of you have to tell me about it, given its long history with your family," She nodded to Lucian remembering the abridged journey of Ravenhallow's conception and dubious founder. Then she smiled to Laura, "And to hear the stories of your youth, of course. I did not grow up with my brother so I must confess to being a little curious about such a relationship, if not a little envious at your closeness." Her smile widened a bit as she praised the siblings and hoped to hear more. Living vicariously through the Talbots would help keep her mind off of home until she could find suitable arrangements for her return.
 
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It was bizarre, to Lucian's estimation. He was enjoying himself with this woman more than he had enjoyed anything. In a very long time, save for his time with his sister on occasion. With Sebastian absent, such things were helping his mood immensely, just while they enjoyed their dinner while they spoke of Moonwell. Laura, by contrast to her brother's hearty appetite, was delicately savoring her own meal. In fact, she barely seemed to even pick at it. She dabbed her red lips delicately while Lucian cut his meat.

In fact, the twins had entirely different approaches to how they enjoyed their food. Lucian sliced into his own meat, taking another bite as Laura leaned into her seat, filling her glass with a bottle of red, thick wine that she brought to her lips and sipped slowly. "Our chefs have been in the family for some time now," Laura said with a hint of pride. "We may be forgotten, but we are hardly impoverished, nevermind lacking in talent at Ravenhallow," her eyes glinted with aristocratic spirit while Lucian observed her reaching for the plum.

The tea Lucian had was a dark color, seemingly poured specially. He sipped it delicately, the face he made, just for a moment, hinting at a small distaste for it. But it faded as he continued to siip, feigning his enjoyment while Laura set to her wine. "We do keep orchards and gardens. Fresh fruit is something we can always treasure here."

Lucian's gaze was upon her. His face was spotless, handsome and warm as he maintained his smile, enjoying the feast laid out before him. While he watched that face before him, a lovely woman. "London indeed. surely it's more comfortable here?" He teased her. "There are hardly any moors or forests of this sort in London!" He grinned, flashing a display of fine white teeth. "But I am sure some places must exceed Ravenhallow..." He saw her...

And saw beside her. The specter was lingering right beside her, its features sunken and wan. It was remaining by her, the hair sodden and soaked from some invisible body of water. Lucian's smile froze on his face, as surely as ice, while Laura's gaze lingered there. The specter did nothing, none of them ever did. One learned to live with them, as one learned to live with bent and broken trees or seeping mist.

They came, they stared and the vanished. Who she had been in life was unclear and it did not matter, did it? Lucian thought how many souls were here in Ravenhallow. Was it the rage and pain of the spirits themselves or some dark magic of this place that kept the souls within caught, wrapped in delicate webs as if bound by unseen, spectral spiders? Did it means that he and Laura would one day join them?

Frozen like dragonflies in amber, unable to move on to what awaited? Even nothingness and separation from thought eternally would be preferable to that.

"AH, are you speaking of Moonwell?" Sebastian Rook's voice cut through the quiet as the twins' uncle strode into the room. He stepped close, stepping through the ghost, a wave of his hand and it dissipated, into a fine, invisible mist that hung about him, clung to him.

"My, is it chilly in here? We should light more candles!" Rook looked to the spread, making his way to the head of the table. "You were discussing Moonwell? Don't mind me...please. Continue..." He gestured as Lucian cleared his throat.

"It's a rather nice town," he said. "We...rarely go there these days. Old superstititons about our family, related to the histories we discussed earlier. But there are sights to see- "

"Such as the caves," Laura added. "Though I hardly recommend entering them..." She glanced over at Rook. "There are some rumors about the place."

"More like old stories," Lucian finished. "Going back to the founding. There were rumors on full moons that those were the time of wolves, and the moon could be freely...worshiped from nearby. That there was a local being prayed to at the time of druids...to the time of the founding, before the word of Christ came to the town...but that's only old stories."

"And yet..." Rook took a helping of his own food, delicately sawing through a piece of meat. "The people still do believe it...you might say they believe enough not to test some of those rumors...even if they sometimes think it seeped deep into Ravenhallow..."
 
Before the opportunity arose for Lucien to answer his guest's volley of questions, both personal and regarding the neighbouring town they spoke of often, the man of the hour arrived. Sebastian Rook had a way of entering a room that immediately made Amelia start. She comported herself well though and it was more a hitch in her throat that leapt up to the delicate muscles of her jawline pulled taut which might give away the surprise. He was whisper quiet and dark and sleek. Despite this not being the first time she laid eyes on the man, it seemed like she viewed him with renewed eyes each time and somehow came back with a different impression again.

Even Harriet looked surprised by Lord Rook's entrance despite having be on with the family for generations, or so Amelia gleaned from her posturing among the family members. Talk of Moonwell made the older woman balk and blanch subtly like there was more to the talk of its history and the Talbot clan. Yet Sebastian? She became a girl again frightened by a governess or strict father. Her eyes went pin straight towards her clasped hands in front of her apron while her chin jut out proudly. Harriet lost all animation and was a statue merely existing on the periphery of the family.

"Yes, I was just inquiring about what is most appealing in the town..." She spoke loud enough for the trio to hear but not to interject over Sebastian as their uncle swept the room with predatory eyes and came to her side. Amelia craned her neck slightly to see him saunter up to her side and then peered down towards her plate rather than risk looking like she was gawking awkwardly. Was it his quick movements that stirred up the air? Delicate hands moved away from the table to gently rub her upper arm closest to Sebastian where the dissipated spectre once loomed, now a sad miasma invisible to her eyes.

"A bit, perhaps," answered Amelia with a polite smile. Letting her hand drop away she reached for the tea cup to thaw her cool hand. The pall lifted as well and conversation flowed again, thankfully! Amelia drank it all in with utmost intrigue.

"They must be potent rumours mired deep in the town's history if the folk still tell of it. Druids! Can you imagine any grain of truth to the embellishment?" She sipped her tea and then returned to the capon and vegetables waiting below. A neat mouthful was gingerly scooped onto the back of her fork and swallowed. "Are the caves located on the outskirts of the town or along the way? It's the Romantic in me in adoration of nature. I would enjoy seeing such a place of purported mysticism." Amelia tucked back into her dinner, relishing the lightly seasoned roast vegetables and then, at Lucien's lead, the fish for a lighter meat. There was a light on her expression resembling true excitement for Amelia. At her summer estate there was plenty of forest to run through but the moors and bogs of northern England were yet a mystery to discover.

Harriet stepped forward no more than a foot, her chin inclined slightly towards Sebastian. "Lord Rook, shall I pour you a drink?" The table boasted a bottle of bold rich red wine that Laura imbibed, and a crisp bottle of white imported from Austria that had been in the cellar for ages, among other things.
 
Sebastian Rook sat in his chair like it was a throne. He pulled his napkin against his lip, holding his knife and fork with delicacy as he gazed at Amelia, his eyes gentle, though appraising and authoritative while the smile lingered upon his face. Indeed, it seemed quite impossible for him to do anything except smile. He spoke of Moonwell so easily and simply, without any fanfare. So many old rumors and ancient ghosts of the past that were conjured just by the mention.

Sebastian turned his eyes to Harriet, his smile expectant, even conciliatory at all the mentions of Moonwell and its history or rumors. At the question of what might be "most appealing about tone," Lucian cleared his throat to tap the table. "I am certain a lady of repute would hardly find herself in the town taverns and inns with the disreputable fellows, but the forests are truly magnificent, along with the mill...and the gardens," he added. "There are some eateries, the bakery in fact...I recal the tarts from boyhood...and there are the wildlife that seem to congregate there..."

"And the caves, just outside the town. There are still intriguing festivals there, to mark appeasements," Sebastian Rook noted as he took another mouthful of meat, chewing delicately to swallow. "Melts like butter in the mouth. My compliments to the chef, as ever....and I see the Lady Adler is a curious one indeed. Perhaps you should show her, Lucian?" He asked, lifting his crystal goblet, before sipping delicately there.

"ah, yes...Druids indeed," Lucian said, looking at Laura. "I can hardly say they'd qualify as druids. There were....darker magics mentioned in the old stories and rumors. Tales of sacrifice and blasphemous rites scarcely fit for conversation at the dinner table."

"QUITE," Laura agreed. "Rumors of....things from the shadows, creatures of myth and legend...and the horrors they enacted."

'Ah, but is it not exciting?" Rook asked. "Beasts of the moon and the night...worshiping black gods from far beyond time? Mysticism as the lady remarked upon it...reality to those who believed and still believe. It is said many a body was lost in the bogs and swamps near Moonwell." he tried some of the fish, accepting some of the rich, red wine Laura was drinking, sipping it slowly. "Very good, Harriet, very appreciated...well, Amelia Adler? How would you feel of Lucian escorting you to Moonwell soon? The people here should...know their local lord has their interest in heart and is a charitable sort..."
 
Their uncle Sebastian had the unmistakable air of a father about himself though thus far there was no indication that he had children of his own. Yet no matter where Amelia tried to avert her eyes after giving him a polite smile in greeting it seemed that his eyes always found a way to catch her attention. It was no wonder he ushered the Talbot children into adulthood with such a commanding mein when not even a guest such as herself could avoid the look of being both astutely watched and seen. Thankfully, Lady Adler continued to dine relatively unhindered using Harriet's interruption as an excuse to plant her eyes firmly on the capon that called to her mournfully to finish what she had plated in over eager indulgence at the cook's feast.

"Goodness, the tales are very dark indeed," she commented by skirting in a few words when breathing room was found in the banter. It would be plain to see the giddy excitement growing on Amelia's face while he explained some of the amenities awaiting them in the town next to their land. A welcome respite from her predicament!

Rather than balk though, she was intrigued further. "I have read Brettell's work on the history of druids, and an Order which persists today. It was rather fascination. Druids and sacrifice oft went hand in hand. Blood magic was the root of many peoples scattered across the land, as it was considered to be an immensely old practice." She waved her hand slightly as if filling in some gaps in her memory about the particular abridged comments, "Something about a primal essence which was very powerful."

But then Lucian's comments and look towards Laura did not go unnoticed, and Amelia felt herself run cold with embarrassment. "Of course, best fit to discuss another time..." she said by way of apology at the pair hosting her. It certainly was a topic of macabre interest she shared with Lucian per the stories he exchanged in the library. Another more appropriate time she might resume having his ear for further discussion. But again, their uncle surprised her by mirroring her enthusiasm for dark things, embellished as she may have wrongly assumed.

She swallowed the last piece of capon and gently laid down the silverware, leaving a few of the seasoned vegetables untouched - for now - while Harriet came forward with more wine to top up Sebastian's drink. Sidelong she spied the luscious red poured into Sebastian's crystal wine glass and swallowed softly. However, she thought better of adding wine to her meal when she would rather keep a clear head after such an exhausting day and her fumbled dinner-time faux pas still a fresh wound.

"Ah, that would be lovely--" Amelia looked to Lucian, "If you wouldn't mind, that is. A post office is much needed." She smiled again in a lopsided manner. Getting her arrangements together while trying to enjoy their hospitality was a delicate bag of easing through social customs, one which left her torn between not wanting to go home but also strangely wary of what Ravenhallow had to offer...

Beyond that Amelia didn't sup overly long. The day left her head swimming with plans and trying to comport herself in good company, so while her appetite started strong it soon dwindled to merely picking at what was left on her plate. Although she would wait until one of the siblings finished before broaching the subject of retiring. Perhaps she'd tempt a quick walk about the grounds despite the warnings? The cold and dark never bothered her overly much, especially with the moon out nearly full and bright.
 
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Sebastian was not just presenting as a fatherly figure. One would have been forgiven for mistaking him as the true master of Ravenhallow. He conducted himself with a clear authority while Lucian remained almost deferential to the older man. Sebastian Rook kept his own eyes close to Amelia's own, studying and appraising her as he savored his meal. Harriet bustled about to see that the needs of the nobles were met, though she did not seem to need to touch Rook, who handled himself well. He chuckled again at Amelia's summation of Ravenhallow's history. "Dark indeed," he said, taking notice of her growing excitement. "Though do not let it hinder your curiosities. I am sure you can find much of what you desire in town." He set his fork down...

"Yes, there were some rumors," Lucian added. "As children, we used to play nearer to the town. There were even games of getting close to the woods to see who could place themselves the closest without getting frightened."

"Lucian tended to win," Laura said with a prideful look at her brother, Sebastian sighing and shaking his head.

"It caused me no end of grief. I told them so many times to stay from those woods!" He clicked his tongue sorrowfully, to no avail. "The woods have dark tales about them. Plenty of folklore of creatures who'd snatch children, of 'white people' who lurked there and started fires as offerings to things in the caves, before the great moon..." He wondered if she was enjoying the stories or just the prospect of the village."

"Primal essences indeed," Lucian said, glancing up at the ceiling. "I've read the same...some channeled it, with, oh, what were the phrases..."blasphemous rites."

"Hardly fit conversation at dinner," Laura said. "Most unnatural things belong in storybooks..."

"Or in old manors?" Lucian quipped back, grinning as Laura kicked him underneath the table in response with her lips forming a hard line. "As for the village. I assure you, you're hardly missing much, but I will be more than happy to be the escort. Perhaps we might even stop by the bakery, I have fond memories there as a child. Uncle Sebastian used to buy us tarts if you can believe it."

"I believe the same family still owns it," Rook added as he sipped the thick carmine red in his goblet delicately. "I am sure Madam Adler would enjoy herself there...and she has a room set aside for her. A very comfortable one. Well, everything here is comfortable..."

The food didn't last long there. Lucian looked up. "I would be happy to show you to your room," he said, patting at his forehead quickly. "I should retire soon myself..."

"Yes...though the grounds are so lovely by moonlight," Sebastian added. "Lucian, my lad...would you like to show her your favorite spots? The grounds are on the way to her room, after all...and you did always love the gatehouse." He looked at Amelia.

"You're are interested in exploration?"
 
Amelia was glad to be in similarly learned company though she didn't expect anything less from Lucian after his quickly warmed reception and eager conversation earlier. Admittedly the day had been a veritable maelstrom of receptions ranging from disbelief to chilly, between Harriet and Laura, though that all felt like ages ago now while they sat around enjoying dinner. Something about Sebastian's presence grounded them all and made it feel almost natural to be there. Perhaps it was the subtle impression of his authoritative aura firmly ensnaring them all.

Unfortunate as it was that Laura did not share her sibling's interest in things esoteric and dark, she knew better than to keep pressing the topic longer than polite conversation could allow despite both Lucian and Sebastian fanning the flames of her interest. It was a rather stoked hearth at this point which Ravenhallow's Gothic allure added to. Though, better topics were at hand with a gentle segue to Moonwell.

"Perhaps it's not much to look at compared to the grounds of the estate, but I enjoy the charm of those small villages. Having such a ripe history is a delectable addition to my interest but please don't fret too much about what to keep me entertained with." Amelia smiled and dabbed her mouth delicately with her napkin before setting the satin cloth down across her mostly empty plate. Harriet moved beside her in an instant to take it away, officially marking Lady Adler as sated.

She still had her tea though and nursed it happily while they talked. "The bakery sounds delightful, though. And yes, if you may - I had a long carriage ride." Taking a final sip, she nodded at Lucian's request to escort her and slid back from her chair. Custom might dictate he pull it out for her but she was far too comfortable to make the heir of Ravenhallow go through such loops when there was already an immensely amicable feeling brewing between them, at least to Amelia. Maybe Sebastian's assertion she was family, however distant, was true, because it was beginning to feel that way.

They tarried a bit when Sebastian brought up the grounds again much to Amelia's surprise. Lucian seemed quite hesitant about Lady Adler touring the outdoors at night as was her disposition, but his uncle was in agreement.

Amelia smiled as a budding blush of pink started to move into her pale cheeks. She looked away briefly with a smirk recalling some private jest. "Ah, yes, you could say that... My mother called my wanderlust 'spirited'. I had a bad habit of going off on my own at the old summer house and I could keep myself occupied for ages in the woods. Much to the detriment of my parents," she chuckled. Then she gently lifted her hand towards Lucian indicated he could show her away when he was ready. Although she longed for a cowl or blanket inside when the manor's cool draft made her shudder, she thought nothing of it for venturing outside where she would be too captivated to feel the temperature's bite.
 
Lucian remained warm, all through the while he stayed at the side of the woman beside him. Amelia, he found, was bringing out perhaps the best in him and he appreciated it more than he might say. Sebastian there brought him to a curious state of agitation and unease however...and Laura seemed inclined to shut down any discussion of darkness.

"Ah, you think small villages have their charm then? Moonwell might well be more charming than most!" Sebastian lifted his glass in an unacknowledged toast to Moonwell, sitting his drink after with a low sigh, chuckling to himself after as he gazed around at the grandeur of Ravenhallow. "Everything is grand in its own way, though...from the might of these foundations, to the beauty of Moonwell itself...all of it, though, complements itself quite well...like part of one grand pattern..." And he seemed to be enjoying Amelia's enthusiasm no less. With dinner reaching its conclusion, Lucian rose to his feet.

Laura did not miss her brother's moment of chivalrous contemplation while Amelia came up. He was studying Amelia for her demeanor, how she reacted...yes, indeed, how she might react...that was ever so vital, apparently...she seemed such a fit for Ravenhallow, though she had not known it.

She did not feel like 'family,' even if she felt like she belonged at Ravenhallow...the ghosts that lingered did not hover about her as they might have were she one of the Talbots in true blood, and yet...Lucian took her hand delicately, feeling the softness of her palm. His own hand was curiously rough, as if he was not unaccustomed to work and labor.

"You must tell me tales of these bad habits and old summer houses!" Lucian laughed softly as he felt a breeze against him...the moonlight was already streaming through...delicate against the house...and the grounds without. The grounds were well-kept, the gardens revealing a number of flowers that shown in the moonlight, swaying in the breeze as Lucian looked out, with a fair number of statues. The nearest of which was an arch-baked wolf, head cocked back in a silent howl for the moon.

"Wolves were...a special fascination of the Talbots," admitted Lucian. "Before they were wiped out, there were...rumors my ancestors would tame them, bring them about...or possibly even become them...but of course...stories..." he said as he gestured to the grounds. "You'll have a comfortable, very secure room, and Moonwell might await us..." He looked closely at her.

"Are you...truly enjoying yourself so far?" He smiled delicately at her. "I had hoped..."
 
Amelia looked back over her shoulder to where Laura was still seated at the table. She would have thought Lady Talbot would join them for a walk but perhaps all the talk of things she seemed to retreat from had put her off such an idea. Rather than intrude by inviting her along in front of the lot, Lady Adler instead turned her attention back onto Lucian wholly to focus on a brief tour of the grounds to settle their dinner.

When his hand came out for her, she slid her palm across the outstretched digits almost involuntarily. She was still looking up at him while her hand moved between them of its own accord, not missing the marked roughness of his palm that gave her a slight pause. Her mouth opened for the briefest of moments to say something until she thought better of it. Not that it would be a rude inquiry so much as she believed they could fill their time wandering together with better conversation than her own most base curiosities and observations.

She chuckled heartily on their way out when he brought up her mention of the summer house. It was bittersweet, yet she wanted to indulge him all the same.

"I was quite young at the time and did not live with my brother over the summers, you see, so I had to entertain myself. My mother..." Amelia paused, both at the words hesitant in her mouth and the cool breeze of the outdoors, "I was always curious about the world. Little could hold me back even with a daunting governess who I swear was part hawk. That woman could spy my a mile through the woods." Another soft laugh tinkled from her lips mirthfully, before nodding at Lucian's comments. The grounds were marvellous even bathed in moonlight. The wolfs-head statue and motifs she'd seen throughout were not lost on her.

"Oh?" Her brow rose almost mischievously when that dark side of the Talbots was revealed, entirely in jest. "This side of the country is quite obsessed with such things, I suppose."

Then she stopped at his sudden quieter, more earnest remark. Amelia turned inward towards him so they could face one another when she answered.

"Yes, of course. I've never encountered such... exuberant hospitality before." Amelia canted her head then and waited because it seemed like there was more to come from Lucian. What did he hope for?
 
Laura, for her part, was focused on her wine for the moment, her smile pleasant in the flickering light of the candle...but for a mere moment, her smile was...bladed, almost like her teeth was so small, so fine and sharp...she finished her goblet, while Lucian rose, his hand offered.

Amelia took his hand with hers, Lucian's smile growing as he took the limb delicately, his fingers squeezing at those of the lady Adler's own. The way he looked at her was gentle, like he truly savored their time together. And, to be sure, he absolutely did. He enjoyed this time spent with her right now...a liberation from the dark drudgeries of Ravenhallow...he was even slightly tongue tied. How unlike him, he thought.

He cocked his head at Amelia's recollections, curious about her background and history..."How alike we aare," he added. "I was ever curious about the world outside of Ravenhallow myself. Though...often to little avail, I must confess. We rarely left ourselves...though, part hawk?" He chuckled softly. "You fit the mold more...ah, adventurous, free spirited...flying free, uncaged. Though you don't seem quite predatory," he teased playfully.

"I'm sorry to hear such hospitality is new to you. I am of the belief that every man, woman and child should be entitled to nothing less. Sadly, the world rarely allows for such luxuries to be freely and evenly distributed before all mankind," Lucian's voice turned melancholy. "Some do suffer for the circumstances of their birth." He took a step for the grounds, though halting like he evaded the moonlight, like its very touch might prove deadly to him. "And so many have their secrets. Each human being and each house as well. Each is imbued with the spirits and history of those who lived within, those who came before. No matter how new the house, each is 'haunted' in that sense, because human beings all carry their own ghosts with them..." he sighed. "Ravenhallow just has more than most..." He shrugged delicately.

"Forgive me, I do not mean to be a gloomy one. Laura would scold me if I sounded I was lapsing into depressing poetry!" He laughed softly, looking to Amelia's face. "Would you like a tour of the grounds with some history, or would you prefer I show you to your room? It has been quite the long day, after all..."
 
"...adventurous, free spirited...flying free, uncaged..."

The remark made Amelia's mouth purse into a slight smirk, though it was half-hearted at best and easily hidden when she turned to look up at him with a fresh expression. If only his assumption were true she might actually relish hearing it. Instead, it was only a sore reminder of what awaited her in London.

Rather than dwell on things that were not meant to be discussed in polite company (especially towards her host of a single day!) Amelia instead tilted her head to listen intently as Lucian made mention of his own increasingly dour recollections. She felt a pang of sympathy for the man but he quickly snapped out of his reverie and she chose to pay it no heed, which would only serve to keep him in that languishing mood. Instead lady Adler smiled and looked out towards the grounds which could be seen all around them for quite a distance until the trees engulfed the smooth green lawn into the yawning maw of the dark forest.

She noted that Lucian still didn't move forward into the shafts of moonlight awaiting them if they would just come out from below the stone awning above the threshold.

"I would love a tour of the grounds and its history. You are quite well versed in the richness of Ravenhallow so I would be dismayed to miss hearing about it." Then she looked back up to Lucian and inclined her head back to the house. "But you are right... perhaps we should turn in for the night. The house will stand for my fawning tomorrow." Amelia laughed softly at her own impatience but wished to take her host's lead. "Besides, tomorrow we might visit Moonwell and that would give you the perfect opportunity to enthrall me with these tales, hm?"

It was an easy way to exeunt the grounds if Lucian preferred.

In the distance, the sound of baying, howling hounds pealed across the lawn from some unknown location. Amelia strained from where she stood to peer out in the darkness. Warm eyes narrowed in vain to catch a glimpse of where the dogs might be but she could see none, and suspected they were kept at a distance with a groundskeeper.

"Oh, I did not realize you kept hounds, lord Talbot." Perhaps he partook in some sport hunting?
 
Lucian's eyes took on shadows within as he mentioned freedom. He didn't need to remark on the cage that Ravenhallow could be at times. No, that spoke for itself, with the gloom and darkness of the place. There had been much yet to be witnessed by Amelia, thought the heir of Ravenhallow, Lord Talbot gazing out over the grounds. He considered Laura keeping her place by Sebastian and briefly hesitated, his mouth curling downward to the vaguest hint of a frown...

Though he controlled himself well, the image of Laura savoring the red wine Sebastian also enjoyed did not easily leave him....he directed himself to the grounds, staring on ahead as he stepping close to Amelia Adler as he looked over the expanse before them. In the darkness, they stretched onward, the trees gently swaying, while he evaded the moonlight. "Well, I should be more than happy to tell you...tomorrow. It is best seen in sunlight, you understand," Lucian murmured. He glanced up at the moon. "It's said to be most beautiful in the events of the harvest and blood moons, though I rarely find myself outside at those times..."

He was pleased to hear Amelia would be staying around however... "Yes, you'll enjoy Moonwell, I've no doubt. Just don't be stunned if my reception is a chilly one..." He was privately happy for the chance to depart the grounds now, even as he wanted to tell her more. 'They've been well cultivated, though. One of my ancestors, some grandfather a number of times removed let them fall into disrepair. I am happy to remark my father and grandfather put them to their proper place..." He kept his gaze to the statue of the wolf. "Made some of those improvements as well."

The sounds of the howling came out then, long and mournful music that danced upon the air of the night. Lucian stared out along the grounds, like he wished to investigate more...or to remain far away.

"Ah, yes, the hounds..." he remarked, not seeing fit to tell her the hounds were kept by the gatehouse and were far away from the howls. "I confess they serve as wonderful sentries at times...hounds are another staple of ravenhallow, some of my ancestors have had a great rapport with them...affectionate creatures and they'e provided a stable guard for Ravenhallow at other times, most notably since the times of the Civil War..." He looked out over the grounds again.

"One such ancestor once claimed that he could hear the howls across from the woods...perhaps some hounds escaped and wild dogs continued to breed there?" He shrugged lightly. "We've never seen many signs of those, I'm afraid...yet we do hear them sometimes...don't let it trouble your sleep, however...."

He stepped back from the grounds swiftly. "Uncle Sebastian is quite fond of those...the woods run very, very deep. I'd not advise exploring them, some have been known to lose their way forever."
 
Nodding along complacently, Amelia had enough sense to see when her gracious host was perhaps acting out of her best interest and didn't wish to put her off. She had no qualms about seeing the grounds in the daytime if he pleased so she happily conceded. Although a part of her, that same rambunctious fire and curious nature as when she was young at the summer house, reared its head in youthful defiance. Maybe she ought to tour the grounds alone at night in an evening or two...

"That is a shame, Lord Talbot, I've heard they are beautiful indeed." She paused to look up at the sky where a partly shielded moon hung between silver lined clouds in the inky blackness. "We are nearly about that weather for a harvest moon so it shan't be too long of a wait." Thinking it would give him something to look forward to, Amelia didn't even suppose in the slightest that there was any melancholy or discomfort behind his tone. Though, by then... she ought to be back in London rather than viewing the moon from such historic grounds as Ravenhallow. Rather than dwell on being unable to keep the promise of good company, lady Adler reaffirmed the position of her hand on Lucian's forearm giving it a small squeeze.

Her brow cocked with an expression of sincere confusion. "A chilly reception?" There was nothing her mind could wrack through that might paint the pleasant, warm man as anything but the gracious host he'd been thus far. She shook her head. Amelia's hair looked almost black in the moonlight when the sun teased tresses of rich chestnut brown were completely sapped of their auburn allure.

"Surely there will only be good things for us in Moonwell tomorrow, hm? Please do not let the sins of a father's father many times past place such a burden on your shoulders. I cannot believe you have done the people of your neighbouring town any disservice since you took up the mantle here, Lucian." She was being entirely honest, yet any naivety on her part could be left to blissful ignorance.

Then she turned towards the treeline at the back of the manse where the baying of the hounds sounded like they originated. Not the front by the gatehouse surely. Those dogs in the woods, if those mournful deep calls could be from such throats, must have been wild indeed from generations apart from their pure line...

Back to the carved stone away from the expansive lawn, the pair returned to the great house. "Ah," her face lit up at mention of the woods, "do not tempt me. I could spend my whole day getting lost in a forest such as this and enjoy every moment of it," chuckled Amelia. The young woman went back to the manse proper with her generous host and soon excused herself politely, citing the tired day of travel finally catching up to her. She was beyond excited about visiting Moonwell the next day should Lucian be glad to entertain her then.

So excited that she kept dismissing that cool breeze which seemed to follow her, seeping into her very bones as she walked to her room that night. Of course Amelia couldn't yet see the willowy woman in white who followed along bearing such similar striking features and lonesome doe-like eyes.
 
Lucian's hands folded behind his back, the young lord of Ravenhallow standing at attention while he swept his gaze over the grounds one last time. Though Amelia had a fire to her. She was intrigued by everything here, he thought with a silent delight. There was a newness to it, a freshness and a joy that made his own heart leap out...the feeling of happiness so long forgotten, that came from him at the sight of her own joy...

Happiness, he realized. He had not known it often with anyone but Laura of late. "You seem entranced here," he said playfully, little slivers of moonlight piercing the sky, tiny little blades that hung down upon the grounds. "You have heard right though..." he added, thinking of the harvest moon over ahead, hiding his own disquietude at the matter while he stared upward...

"What is London like on nights like this?" He asked suddenly. "Where this less...green and plant and more chrome, steel and brick? Does the smoke block out the moons on days like this...?" He asked with a genuine sense of curiosity to him, stepping just a bit closer to her. All while he felt her hand upon his arm, smiling delicately as he looked close to her. "...The Talbots have poor history with Moonwell, from times past. Local superstitions come into play, you see," he added. "Some of the old stories...Uncle Sebastian mentioned some. They go back to times when...some made vows long ago, or stirred forces that should never be spoken of. Oh, we handle things well enough...Moonwell takes care of itself," he said. "There is little by way of conflict there, I am pleased to say..."

The howls were a baleful chorus, lifting up through his heart. "The forests are...they have their appeal," he confessed to her, reaching to take her arm as he beckoned them inside. "Though, like all else here, circumstances and story attach themselves to the woods an trees as well."

He noted the woman walking alongside her, but kept his eyes ahead to say nothing, hearing only the gentle whispering laughter of the wind as he walked her to her room. "There is one story I'll tell you tomorrow...one of Moonwell and Ravenhallow, one that goes back a long time. Its a horror story...but a love story as well...Moonwell draws its name from the great lake there, which as said to reflect the moon itself." He reached the heavy door there, reaching to open it, revealing elegant quarters, with a rather luxurious bed. Amelia's things had already been placed there.

"When one of the Talbot line vowed to bring back his love, by stories he would create...and brought back nightmares thanks to a foolish vow." Lucian said. "And the tragedies that ensued...It's quite the story indeed, but..." He smiled again.

"Are not all ghost stories love stories as well?"
 
Their endless chats would have to wait for the next morning, unfortunately, when sleep called to Amelia. While it was only a brief glimpse of the beautiful moonlit gardens and courtyard surrounded Ravenhallow she trusted in Lucian's opinion of it being a more formidably beautiful sight in the sun. They didn't get very many bright, sunny days that time of year but Lady Adler had a feeling things would pan out on the morrow. After all, they had Moonwell to look forward to, as well as more of the lord and heir's stories that seemed to fulfill every macabre curiosity and delight that Amelia hosted in her dark haired petite frame.

"I'm looking forward to being regaled by your tale, Lord Talbot. Perhaps over breakfast or during the ride to Moonwell?" she suggested coyly. Though whatever his preference was would be lost on her ears if uttered at all by the time he escorted her to her new bedroom. She closed the door politely behind her to attend to her evening of unwinding for much needed rest with so much to process. The spectre of the woman in white followed her inside moving through the door - but not without first levelling a mournful glance at Lucian. It sensed his gaze on Amelia and was cognizant of her clarity to the reigning Lord Talbot.

The imposingly lavish and large room made her want for nothing. While she had a few moments to collect herself in it before dinner, it had become an entirely new beast before her: the hearth was still stoked thanks to Harriet, and with that along with the moon as the only sources of light streaming into the room it created an odd clash of hues against the duvet and wooden bed frame. Golden yet cold. Amelia was quite transfixed by her predicament (truly she wasn't keen on leaving once she received her father's response, which she was sure would be to return at once) enough that it overrode her other senses. She couldn't hear the low musical hum around her that tickled the back of her neck.

She approached the bed and found a white chemise laid out for her there. Thinking it was left by one of the maids, not a second thought of consideration crossed her mind while she began to undress. Amelia laid out her dress and petticoat on the nearby high-back chair. Then she fetched the gossamer garment: long sleeved with a delicately embroidered neckline that crept mid-way up her throat, with a small window of sheer material across her décolletage.

Content and comfortable, Amelia lingered in front of the hearth admiring the chemise as the firelight played through the thin material. After a short while she made her way to the bed to retire and collapsed into the comfort of goose down bedding. She fell asleep quickly.

The humming grew louder amid her sleep, but this time, she began to hum along with the tune.



It wasn't the sun coming through the parted velvet curtains that awoke Amelia the next morning. Instead, it was Evelyn meekly entering to stoke the fireplace anew after it had died in the wee hours. Amelia heard the rustling and iron and turned in the bed with half-conscious murmurs until she pulled herself up with a quiet sigh. Amelia rubbed the back of her eyes with her hand delicately then blinked a few times.

"Did you sleep well, Lady Adler?" asked Evelyn. She wasn't quite so upset by the strange new guest as Harriet was but there was a note of...hesitance to her demeanour. She seemed skittish.

"Yes, very well. Thank you," Amelia responded in a slightly gravelly voice.

"There is tea just brewed and fresh scones as well. Shall I bring breakfast up to you?" the maid asked. Amelia considered her for a moment.

"Is... Lord Talbot awake? Lucian, I mean. If it's not an imposition, I would like to take morning tea with my hosts."
 
It was not with any great anticipation or joy that Lucian Talbot did release the Lady Amelia Adler from their discussions. He was quite enjoying himself, by the moon drenched gardens, even as he wilted from the moons themselves. All while the moon hung out overhead, piercing the sky to shine down while Lucian put himself closer to the Lady Amelia Adler. "I would be honored to 'regale' you as they say!" He said, looking up at the skies for a moment. "In fact, we are quite near to the Christmas season, are we not? Oh, I know it's a rather obscure holiday, but...it's rather important. Since you are not a believer, I have no difficulty telling you that it's a holdover from the pagan roots of the region..." he chuckled.

"But my sister and I...when we were young, Uncle Sebastian and Aunt Serafina would tell us ghost stories...it's a habit Laura and I picked up to one another. We stopped for a time, but...we like to keep traditions alive at Ravenhallow of course..." he trailed off as the feminine ghost fixed him with its sorrowful gaze, not allowing himself to be baited. He simply focused on Amelia, escaping the gazes of the specters within her eyes for a moment as he led her back within the great home...

All the way to her bedroom as he showed her the dazzling sights of...a bed, walls, curtains and so forth. "I would merely advise not...wandering about too much. Especially during the night," he said gently. "It can be very hard to see...and accidents have been known to happen." He did not elaborate there, simply offering a smile and a final nod before he shut the door...

And waiting outside was Laura. His sister was in her own gown, her hair worn loose. She stood there, pale and beautiful in the moonlight, with lips the color of roses. Her eyes fixed on her brother, who made no sound in turn, before Laura melted back into the shadows of the mansion...

The moon remained in the sky, Lucian feeling the pull of it...the hunger of laughing things in the depths, below the surface. Below Moonwell...he could feel Sebastian, the man in his own chambers, a glass of wine lifted to his lips as he surveyed the kingdom of Ravenhallow below.

And he smiled.

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When the morning came, Lucian had freshly bathed, waiting in the parlor, a cup of morning tea there. Laura was nowhere in sight, nor was Sebastian. But Lucian sat back, a fresh helping of scones with cream, toast and bacon brought in. Lucian was stirring his tea quickly, having alerted the others they would be traveling to Moonwell...

Waiting for Amelia to join him as he sipped his tea...knowing far better than to try to disturb his sister at near dawn...
 
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