[ri]http://woodlawnpost.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/history-supreme-yacht-3-thumb-550x366.jpg[/ri]Another open invitation spread through the Domain of Sacramento like a flash of lightning for those that cared to learn more about the Carthian Movement. This time, though, the location led to the Yacht Club upon the Sacramento River waterfront.
The question of which boat upon the docks was the right boat could be answered before a foot ever touched upon the wooden planks of the dock. One above all, moored to the docks, stood out above the rest - in both size and lighting. As one drew closer, the soft, full sound of classical music poured out from the Bose speakers.
Upon ascending the aluminum brow, onto the luxurious yacht, the tiny Carthian Lord could be seen perched upon a sofa next to a glass table. Upon the table were a few empty wine glasses, one partially full glass, and a ice bucket with a old vintage plunged crooked into the cubes. A newspaper was opened upon her lap, as she perused the Business Section, though at this point in her Requiem it was of little consequence. Her wealth generated wealth on its own accord, though she did enjoy keeping up with the business trends.
The night held a certain chill, that she barely noted, yet still wore clothing to defend against. It was more running through the motions and fulfilling the preconceived notions of what one should be wearing when the temperature was in the forties. She was forever cold, unless she desired to be otherwise. And then it was only a fleeting, hallow feeling that was the closest thing she could remember to being alive.
Ashley folded close the newspaper as she wondered how successful this endeavor would be. It was a true reality, that these little torrid affairs either attracted very few, or the wrong crowd entirely; people that held an agenda against the Movement in some shape or fashion. She cared little, as she could always play the politics of family with the same finesse as any could do under creed.
Should be interesting... Ashley thought as she placed the newspaper onto the glass table.