Tremaine County
The county that now had a Fortan as its leader, Tremaine was a rather lofty area. Seated far and away from the likes of Calavar and Thames. A quaint countryside county that lent itself to its more prominent time, the Regency Era of Galidraan. Society in Tremaine was slowly coming around to modern times, but with Tal in power - progress was halted and once more women found their freedoms vastly limited. Something Wynevere was looking to change, even if she was going against the grumpiest of old men.
Behind Blakeslee Falls laid Fiolette's hideaway home, a cottage that sat on the edge of a babbling brook. "Please come in," Fiolette welcomed the daughters of the Lord Protector into her home. The cottage which had been scarcely used until recently, "have a seat." She gestured toward the small living area, "can I get you two anything?" An offer for refreshments was extended as she shut the door behind them. She'd ask what brought them out there, but perhaps it needn't be asked nor said aloud. "I'm pleased to see you both, to be honest. I wasn't sure that I'd be afforded another opportunity." Not that their last encounter had gone terrible, but it was a rather average first meeting nothing to write home about.
Walking in the Cottage offered a small den and foyer before leading to the living room on the left with the dining room and kitchen nearby. The right held a small hallway that led to the main bedroom, and a guest room with a small washroom.
