"She left them all together in… a pile?"
Qatrand gil Yecine's nod to her father-in-law was slight. Her hands rested on the tastefully Crystal dotted stone railing along the edge of a reworked terrace that sat overlooking part of the garden pathways. Changes over the last few years to this home were clearly spurred on by the very idea of the eldest daughter of the Goltbred family, off building a whole impressive place of her own just on the other side of a realmshard teleportation.
Calloused fingers spread out along the estate's stonework feature, feeling both very relaxed and still quite tense after the events of the day so far. For the most part Qat thought they were aesthetic improvements - at least they felt much more freely Yatrel than before.
'But it's also hard to see places you had sentimental attachments to change at all. It makes the memories feel wrong.'
