Roa had been through the villa before. Perhaps it hadn't been exactly on her own terms, the guard shifts and the small society games, but she knew her way around. More or less what she should find.

It sounded so empty there without the courtiers and their lords. She could catch the faintest whisper of the breeze through the windows, swish of the wine bottle over her skirt as she walked. The sound of her shoes echoed between.

Roa wanted an electric milkshake. Absolutely, she did. But, she considered that venture quite interrupted. Now, she would explore her own way. The best of things indeed.

The garden smelled fantastic. She couldn't even name all of the flowers peeking their little faces up to the long, long shadows against the sun. But, they all had tags at their feet if she stooped and lifted the skirts of their leaves aside. And outside, no more echoes would chase her down.

She and her wine bottle hopped right out the window and onto the first path that caught her fancy. The flowers there she did happen to know: Brugmansia suaveolens. Sort of a spindly specimen, more blooms than substance. Of course, it would be too cool for it here, no matter the sweat that had gathered on Roa's bottle of chilled rose. She popped the cork out with her pocket knife and poured herself a saucer as she walked along.

No lords would get after her about /glasses/ this evening.