Meanwhile, on the Thorin estate, East was playing another tune, tension related still. Sigrid was dozing off in the chair, snoring softly, her faced covered with newspapers. Christie was texting Orpheus, smiling like blooming flower that upon whose petals a magical rain had visited. Mauve and three maids were cooking. Her face was content as she was doing what she loved to do best.
Inside the house, it was not all peaceful. In a rare occurrence, Deanne was facing off against her mother Lady Ivory and their voices were loud enough to be heard by everyone in the front yard.
