[It's a pleasant enough day spent exploring the sprawling grounds. Chiron is, unsurprisingly, thrilled to have the opportunity to be adrift in nature that is unfamiliar to him, and happier still for a calm, guiding hand through all of it. There's the luxury of having a guide, but there's also the sheer joy of being able to give Fiore far more freedom of movement than she might have otherwise. (She's got so much ahead. She'll do so well.)
The consideration of food happens after several hours more, and Alucard has to set Fiore back into her wheelchair so that they can move into the dining room. (It's probably a no horse allowed place under most circumstances, but this isn't most circumstances.) There's contentment there too, along with Caules' presence for a time, but then the whatever the brunch version of between lunch and dinner is concludes and there is a slightly more somber air.
Paying respects, after all, requires that somberness.
There's no saddle bags available, so a back pack gets used instead. A jar of honey. Water. Wine. And that is all, each packed neatly into the bag. Back into the world, this time with purpose.]
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The consideration of food happens after several hours more, and Alucard has to set Fiore back into her wheelchair so that they can move into the dining room. (It's probably a no horse allowed place under most circumstances, but this isn't most circumstances.) There's contentment there too, along with Caules' presence for a time, but then the whatever the brunch version of between lunch and dinner is concludes and there is a slightly more somber air.
Paying respects, after all, requires that somberness.
There's no saddle bags available, so a back pack gets used instead. A jar of honey. Water. Wine. And that is all, each packed neatly into the bag. Back into the world, this time with purpose.]
How much further?