The air was crisp and cool under an early summer sun as Jocelynn made her way through the familiar walkways outside Blackwell Manor to the training yard that her father's men used to hone their craft.
It felt good to be home, even if it was just in a vision. Unlike the dark, twisted future the Olive Seed had shown her, this time, things were exactly as she remembered them. The gulls wheeled overhead, squawking loudly as they searched for anyone willing to toss them a crust of bread or a scrap of fish. A few bold ones perched outside her father's window, hoping for a bit of the count's unwanted breakfast.
