Chapter 40 - Mystic stress relief
After they got back to the mansion they were greeted by Whiteley—the steward-or-whatever that was in charge of taking care of the estate here in the capital—where Scarlett simply gave him a short order to arrange another room for Rosa before she left the others by themselves in the foyer. She'd spent a short amount of time exploring the mansion this morning and during that time she saw that it had a small garden—if you could call it that—at its center. It seemed as good a place as any right now, so that's where she decided to go.
It wasn't particularly large; the training ground back at the Freybrook mansion, for example, was several times larger. This little patio was just a square-shaped area enclosed by low bushes and surrounded on all sides by the mansion's walls. At its center stood a white metal bench, situated so that you got a view of a tiny patch of red flowers that grew next to the bushes. Scarlett sat down on the bench and leaned back, taking a deep breath as she looked at the flowers. They looked like lilies of some kind. Though the pistils were far longer than what she was used to.
She stayed like that for a while, simply observing them. Those feelings from earlier were still there, simmering under the surface even now that she was just sitting here. It was odd, how long the emotions persisted this time. Was it because she hadn't gotten the opportunity to do anything about the situation? Other than just accept it and run away? That part almost angered even the Amy side of her.
God. She almost felt like a child again, running away to hide from her parents due to throwing a tantrum.
Could she maybe do something to get back at Rowley? Would that make her feel better?
...It probably would.
But that wasn't an option. Anything she could do right now was more likely to cause her harm in the long term. She just had to accept that this particular facet of her plans would be delayed for the moment. And if she wanted potions and the like when here in the capital she would have to buy them the old-fashioned way. Still... That bastard could at least have treated her with some respect, instead of just kicking her out like that.
She paused. She was starting to get riled up again. Looking down at her palms, she saw that she'd unconsciously started digging her nails into them again. Shaking her head, she brought her hand up into the air. She needed something to take her mind off things for a bit.
With a flick of her wrist, a flaming ball of fire appeared above her hand.
[Name: Scarlett Hartford]
[Skills:
[Minor Mana-control]