It is by all accounts a perfect summer night. The air is warm with just a touch of a cooling breeze, there is not one cloud in the sky and all three moons shine so brightly it nearly seems daytime. Anyone would be happy with this night, anyone but her.

She stands quietly in front of the big house. Glancing at the Rose the Bush the forever blooms and thrives even in the dead of winter, she wonders if anyone ever stops to notice it anymore or if they remeber the sister who planted it. A tinge of pain passes over her heart as she pauses to think of the loss of Jallora all over again.

Quickly she replaces that pain with a smile and the fond memories of family and love and fun they found together in this house, so long ago.

She notices that some folk still prefer the cover of night and entries other than the front door. This is very comforting. She takes advantage of the barely open window to the large sitting room and slips in quietly. She tiptoes to the kitchen where she quickly find the expected supplies including a large cup and saucer she'd forgotten she left behind.

The house is as a quiet and peaceful as she remembers. She begins to feel like she has never left. Once she climbs the stairs she instictively rounds the first corner to the right and isn't surprised to find her old room, door still locked just the way she left it.

Quickly she slips the key from her cloak and unlocks the door. Instead of an old dusty forgotten place she is shocked to find the room JUST as she left it. Clean and bright no sign of dust or time, even her rumpled towel is still on the floor by the bathroom, but something isn't quite the same.... there is a fresh fire burning in the fireplace. Whether by Mage or some other magic, the house at least, seems to have expected her.

She cannot resist the urge to climb into her old bed. She quickly drifts off to sleep dreaming of a time when she called this house home and this order was her family.

In her excitment Darrianna has forgotten to close the door behind her.