Ruelle did not look away and neither did Hermes as the attendant took hold of the folded parchment. Beyond the walls of the castle, the weather had changed, with wind howling through the night, lifting loose snow into spirals.
"Do you know that this is considered the finest weather for hunting, Ruelle? It has long been a tradition in our family to hunt in such storms," Edward remarked as he looked outside the window. He turned back to look at them with a bright smile. "Do you want to try it?"
"I am going to be buried…" Hailey murmured as her faced turned pale while she stared at the parchment in Hermes' hand.
Ruelle held Hailey's hand without drawing anyone's attention. She replied politely,
"I do not think it would be wise for us. With the storm as it is, the vision would be poor and might end up shooting each other. Not to mention we are humans."
