Sep 8, 2023 6:46 pm
With the Rosentry address, you begin your journey. The trip itself is uneventful and you find a lovely place to rest for the evening before you make the final leg of the journey.
The town of Rosentry is little more than a glorified vacation town—pandering to the many nobles who keep seasonal homes away from home in the area is the settlement’s primary industry. The numerous estates that make up the town’s forest-facing borders all have large rolling lawns separating one another but are still close enough that an easy trip on horseback or by carriage can allow neighbors to visit. The Meliosa estate is a relatively average example of Rosentry’s estates, and there’s very little that bothes you as you make your way toward
the indicated address.
Every insect has been poisoned with a vengeance; every mole and vole that might ruin the perfect lawns has been massacred. Few of the plants in the area are native species, and the only sign of natural life comes from the few stray songbirds who visit the local birdbaths or the distant sight of a horse in tack porting a cart of supplies for one of the local residences.
As you draw near to the Meliosa Estate, though, the sounds of her gala in the expansive garden in her manor’s backyard become impossible to ignore.
Lady Constance Meliosa’s garden and manor is surrounded by a 5-foot-tall cast iron fence, surrounded by a thick privet hedge. You can easily hear the chattering of humans enjoying a tea party on the other side, but without a means to see over the hedge, you have no line of sight into the garden.
The town of Rosentry is little more than a glorified vacation town—pandering to the many nobles who keep seasonal homes away from home in the area is the settlement’s primary industry. The numerous estates that make up the town’s forest-facing borders all have large rolling lawns separating one another but are still close enough that an easy trip on horseback or by carriage can allow neighbors to visit. The Meliosa estate is a relatively average example of Rosentry’s estates, and there’s very little that bothes you as you make your way toward
the indicated address.
Every insect has been poisoned with a vengeance; every mole and vole that might ruin the perfect lawns has been massacred. Few of the plants in the area are native species, and the only sign of natural life comes from the few stray songbirds who visit the local birdbaths or the distant sight of a horse in tack porting a cart of supplies for one of the local residences.
As you draw near to the Meliosa Estate, though, the sounds of her gala in the expansive garden in her manor’s backyard become impossible to ignore.
Lady Constance Meliosa’s garden and manor is surrounded by a 5-foot-tall cast iron fence, surrounded by a thick privet hedge. You can easily hear the chattering of humans enjoying a tea party on the other side, but without a means to see over the hedge, you have no line of sight into the garden.
