Balloons adorn the mailbox of the two-story townhouse. Rented for the weekend, the informal location seems a most appropriate spot for a informal get together of Sacramento's Carthians and perhaps those who were curious and interested about learning a bit more of the Covenant.
Ashley, quite frankly, did not expect many to show up. The Carthians were easily the smallest group out of all those in the Invictus controlled Sacramento. The Invictus were not to blame, though, as many of the hardships were seemingly self-inflicted. Ashley did not desire to change the political face of Sacramento. She merely wanted to see to it that the Carthian's found their footing. In her years, she learned patience and there was no need to rush anything when you were immortal.
The door to the townhouse was left open as a symbol for a open invitation for members and the curious alike. The ravishing lordess sat quietly in a recliner in the living room reading a book. Her luminous blue eyes kept attentive of the homes threshold, waiting to see who all would come through the door tonight.