Vineyard

@♔ Jason Momoa The whistle was the first of many signs that someone had invaded Andy's desperately needed relaxation time, but it was only when a proper greeting had been made that the Mistress even dared to lay eyes upon the one whose life would soon end.
"How un-" Within moments of her catty tone leaving her plump lips, the woman stopped herself as her gaze soon fell upon a figure whom she had thought never to be seen again. "Master Jason.." The man's name practically danced its way from , her jaw becoming slack as a subtle gasp followed her surprise. The man before her was none other than the man whom had molded her into what she was today. Not only did he contribute to her role in becoming a Mistress, but he was what most would call Andy's 'first love'.
"Well.. aren't you a sight for sore eyes.." Trailing off in true Andy fashion, the woman then allowed a humble grin to splay across her features, her body moving without much thought as she then pat the space beside her. "Come, sit, have a drink with me.."

@♕ Andy Blossom Jason had heard that there was a vineyard on the estate, being one that loved different wines he wanted to go and have a look for himself, He looked around; it was quite an impressive feat, Jason gave a small whistle until his eyes fell upon someone familiar, he wasn't quite quick to where he remembered her from but soon he walked over to her. He had his hair down instead of in the bun he had normally kept it in and wore comfortable slacks and a linen shirt, he was wearing something casual and he felt the need to approach her and say hello, Jason had met and seen a lot of people at this house from his past, he had disappeared for his wife but came back now that she had passed. There was a different air about the masters and mistresses now that made him really want to recondition them. "Hello Miss," he gave a warm and welcoming smile though he was a large man he showed no harm to most people.

@♔ Jason Momoa "Ah, the fresh scent of compost and grapes in the morning..", Andy murmured, her back leaning against the tree she sat beneath. She had grown so accustomed to this scent that it had become something so soothing, it could put even the most stressful situations to bed. You see, though the Mistress was a woman of high society, she grew up perfecting her craft from the workers her father had hired and she had become damn good at it too.
Taking a break from putting the finishing touched on the build, Andy allowed her dark hues to flutter shut, her body enjoying the cool breeze as the tree's branches shaded her from the sun's harmful rays. For the first time since she had arrived at the Amethyst house, she was truly at peace.