It was a bitter night as there had been for some time. The rain had fallen thick and fast in the hours past leaving behind a slight sparkling mist upon the streets of Aqua Sulis. Meredith stood still, a lone figure in the night wondering what made the road so tranquil and the twilight so enchanting. The moon called out to her hidden beneath the curled smoke-filled clouds as a black beast slick as tar trotted past disturbing her perfect stillness.
Grand houses with verandas of iron and windows framed with white marble lined the streets. The occupancies asleep deep in a doze awaiting for the morning when the scrapping of shovel against stone would wake them, and the market sellers would begin their trade with sharp cries of “who will buy.” But tonight, did not belong to the sleepers nor to the breathers. It belonged to those whose bodies cloaked in shadow felt no cold, whose hearts did not beat and yet they loved and lived to the fullest of any who walked this earth.
Tonight, belonged to Meredith or so she decided. She had thought about this night since the day her blue eyes spotted the young neonate. She was not what she was used to and that intrigued her. Rhona was more like a puppy than any she had ever met with her curled hair and big personality. If Meredith was still a Lady then she would have shunned the girl or perhaps invited her to the fold. For surely there was worth in the manipulative little pup.
But this was no meeting to stitch up the girl, no, instead it was a meeting of thanks. For Rhona had helped Meredith in a time of need and a Rose must never have a tilted scale certainly not towards another. So tonight, dressed in a deep navy with knee high boots Meredith was prepared to go that little bit extra with Rhona. She had heard of a secret grove that could be found through a thicket of flora and there she hoped that at last the two neonates could spend some time alone.