By late morning, Dulce had rounded everyone up to go fishing. The Vampire made them all wear coats, as well as rain boots, two servants riding ahead with the fishing gear.
Kath'tan tugged at the cravat around his neck that Dulce made him wear, staring up at the clear skies, there wasn't even the faintest hint of gray in the sky.
Dulce wore a sweater, it was exquisitely knitted, the dark grey making his skin appear paler, he then wrapped a scarf around his neck. He couldn't really feel the cold, so the added scarf was for if someone else felt cold while they fished.
Trees grew around the almost perfectly round pond, the stream that fed it coming down an incline, making a small waterfall, the water so clear that its bottom could be seen.
The fishing gear was already prepared by the time they got to the pond. The servants who had brought them returned to the cottage, bidded to return after a handful of hours had passed.
