Subject: Trespassing at Lord Hurst's Hunt Where: Bailston Abbey Who: Mercedes Dupont Warnings: none Open to: Aimé, Doctor Perkins, Sabana, anyone at the Hunt
He almost certainly shouldn't have come. He wasn't invited, despite the greatest efforts of Sabana, and despite Aimé's warnings, he had come. He was lodging at an Inn in the closest village, and having taken directions from a local, and wandered over the fields and through the woods of Lord Hurst's estate, wondering how he was to steal a moment with Aimé.
He was still wondering when he stepped out of the woods, and began to follow the line of a hedge-row, glancing up towards where the grand country house must be, music and voices drifting from other the fence. The hunt must have been over, in that case, and perhaps Aimé would be able to sneak away for a moment. Only a moment, that was all he really wanted. He didn't like the idea of Aimé being here overnight, and Mercedes knew exactly what for, without being told one last time that Mercedes adored him.
What brought him rapidly from that train of thought was the noise of shots, and he jumped back in surprise, although it did not prevent the sudden, sharp and agonising pain in his shoulder, and the surprised shout that it tore from his throat.