Ruby stepped forward first, her eyes calmly surveying the estate.
"It has good bones," she said softly.
Hazel tilted her head as her sharp gaze swept across the overgrown gardens with something that looked almost like amusement.
"Good bones?" she chuckled. "This place looks like it died twenty years ago."
Damian let out a slow breath as he looked across the land. He was just about to say that he would begin refurbishing the place tomorrow. However, Hazel cut him off before the words could leave his mouth.
"Well… I guess we start fixing it." She smiled.
"Fixing it?" he blinked in confusion.
"We will rebuild it."
Hazel responded indifferently, as if this were the most natural conclusion imaginable. She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers, and an isolated barrier began piecing itself together around the estate.
At once, crimson fox fire erupted from her palm.
