He greeted Asha well and showed her to her room which was at the back wing of the house overlooking the pool. Uncle Josh was his warm self and made he... feel at home, leaving her to rest and get used to her living area. As he left her, she looked at him leave and walk out the long corridor from her room down to the stairs, well Uncle Josh was still hawt* as ever she giggled. Asha slumped on top of her large queen sized four poster bed that overlooked the french windows over the pool and starred. "Nothing there for your efforts but a few scattered ruins, thoroughly plundered during the Times of Troubles. You did say something about having a map?" I did. You'll see it when the time is right."They held to a steady pace, quickly drawing away from the caravans that kicked up dust behind them. The road was level, its ancient hexagonal stone blocks patched with pockets of crushed rock where uncounted centuries of wear and weather had taken their toll. For a short distance, walled estates had. I’m tired and sweaty, and my feet are sore. Do you think I need anything but my quiet for a while?” I took a step back at her sharp hiss, started to look at the floor and turn around in a chastised retreat, but a wicked idea jumped up in my mind. “Perhaps I could offer you a foot massage, Ma’am?” I asked softly. For the first time, the hint of a smile flickered over her lips. “Why, it seems you aren’t totally useless.” I put the glass away on the small tray next to the dividing walls. One of. Unless she succeeded this might turn into a very irritating day. * * *The lesson was over and Ronja left the class room. Jonathan was walking in front of her, but avoiding to look in her direction. Jonathan was busy chatting with Julia, his official girlfriend that did her regular brainless chatter. Ronja recalled her old frustration with Jonathan getting taken by shallow Julia, but yesterday Jonathan had admitted to her that Julia mostly seemed to want him to buy her drinks. That stupid Julia.