Dulce woke up to a letter from Moira, the kindly witch had somehow managed to acquire an invitation letter for him, as well as directions to the institution of magic.
Eynsworth was even further than Alderth so they needed to begin their journey soonest. It was a cold winter morning, the first shoots of spring already breaking through the rain-soaked earth.
"It is another spring I won't spend in Dewmire," Dulce sighed, drinking tea in the leisure room by the fireplace. It seemed like spring always brought new journeys his way.
The servants had already begun to make arrangements for the journey, the positive side was that they their return journey would be over in an instant.
"Then don't leave," Ruoxi said shortly, unimpressed by the disruption to their slow, lazy days in the cottage.
Dulce didn't even consider it, not only was he resolute in freeing Kath'tan from their binding contract, Miss Moira had been incredibly kind in her assistance.
