While nothing like the actual Beaumont estate that was a  short distance North of Skia, the small estate and mansion that served as a home while family members were visiting the capital was nothing to scoff at. A beautiful garden and trimmed bushes, often in the shape of various animals, greeted visitors as they would approach the magnificent stone home.

From inside, the moment the dark oak door had been knocked on, it was almost instantly opened. A large, older man, stared down at the woman with a slightly puzzled expression as he examined her, "Good day madam. May I help you?" As the servant spoke, it was clear from his tone that he didn't know her nor did it seem like they were expecting anyone. 

When the door was opened, Gunne saw an older man at the other end of it. She could see he was surprised by her visit and didn't know who she was. She lifted her chin, pulling the gift basket closer to her and nodding. "Yes, I'd appreciate if you could call someone from the Beaumont family to the door. I'm here to make my acquaintance with fellow followers of the Twofold Goddess. Tell them it's Gunne Cortell, former Morrigan, here to see them."

"I apologize madam, but the Beaumont's are not-" Before the polite, but firm, servant could finish his statement, there was a soft sound behind him. In an instant the servant bowed and stepped to the side, clearly making room for an approaching master. Who approached appeared neither dominating, nor intimidating, as the the title 'master' typically held. She was lithe, poised, and elegant. Catalina moved into the door way as her green eyes scanned the woman before her.

Flowers and wine, how incredibly quant for a gift, almost amusing. The gift, nor the person was what caught Catalina's attention from deeper in the house moments ago. It was the name that the woman bore with her; Morrigan. A polite smile, or as close as a smile as she ever wore, graced her lips as she spoke, "Madam Cortell." She gave a small bow of greeting to the woman, "I am Catalina Beaumont. I don't believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you yet, but your name precedes you! My family is out today, normally they wouldn't allow guests as such." Catalina paused, running her eyes over the woman again, with an expression that teetered somewhere between admiration and attraction, "But, a coven sister, and a Morrigan no less, is always welcome. Please, come inside!" 

Catalina stepped to the side with another courteous bow, should the woman accept the offer to enter, the servant would immediately approach her to take her gift from her.

She was just about to open her mouth to interrupt the butler when something else did. The butler didn't finish his sentence and instead stepped back, bowing down. Gunne straightened her back, aware that someone from the Beaumont family had just neared the door. A young, beautiful woman appeared in the doorway. The woman spoke, introducing herself.

"Lady Beaumont", she said, returning the courtesy and bowing down a bit. "I'm charmed to hear I'm welcome." When Cataline stepped to the side, Gunne made her way inside, handing the gift over to the butler. "I didn't want to show up empty-handed, so please accept this little token of gratitude for meeting with me." Her hand removed some dust from the upper side of her skirts where the basket had leaned on.

Catalina's brows raised at the offering of the gift. It would be the same motion had she given a smile, but none was present on her lips. It was a quant gesture, entirely unnecessary, but quant. "Well, thank you for the gift. Though truly, the gift is getting to finally speak with a Morrigan!" Though the former was a lie, the latter was truth. 

As Gunne stepped into the house, the door would have been closed behind her by the servant, who quickly disappeared into a hall on the left. The extravagant stone entrance way was adorned with various tapestries, all Nevermerian blue. Some with crests of house Beaumont on them, others with ornate symbols that looked like simple décor, but were in fact symbols honoring the Twofold Goddess. 

Catalina began to move slowly through the hall to a larger den area that was filled with plush red furniture, "To what do I owe the honor of this visit? Or is this simply a meet and greet?" 

Suck-up, she thought as Catalina once more mentioned Gunne's family name as a reason to be honoured. Her internal dialogue didn't shine through on the outside of her being. Instead, she forced a genuine-looking - although it wasn't - smile on her face.

Shortly after she had entered the estate, the butler closed the door behind her and vanished deeper into the house. The woman let her eyes wander around the entrance, noticing the tapestries and the things the symbols were referring to. It was a beautiful entrance, yet it didn't do anything for Gunne. If anything, she found it a bit tacky. "You have a beautiful house", she lied through her teeth.

The dark-haired lady followed Catalina to a larger area and once more let her eyes wander around the room. The red furniture formed a harsh contrast with the blue tapestries in the entrance. When the Beaumont witch spoke, Gunne's eyes fixated on her. "Merely a beet and greet, lady Beaumont. I realised I had yet to meet with your family and decided it was time we'd get acquittanced. Your family is known to worship the Twofold Goddess, which makes us alike."

...Which makes us alike. If only the woman knew how much Catalina believed that. Despite any differences of opinion they had, Catalina was of the mind that as a witch, they were on equal ground. In fact, the only ones in the kingdom that weren't were the men; who were literally given a curse that made them subservient to witches. How in the world was that turned into a pro for them? These were a few of many thoughts Catalina had, but rarely shared for fear of dishonoring her family. 

Catalina let out a soft sigh as she sat, mulling over the woman's statement and how she should respond without letting out a burst of enthusiasm toward her fellow coven sister, "I suppose it does make us alike. Both sisters before the goddess, and equally silent in the opinions of the coven before the court." The words were spoken as if they were a good thing, but Catalina was testing the waters. Perhaps dangerously, but she wanted, and needed, to know how this Morrigan felt about the coven's place in the royal court; or lack thereof.