81 81. Red As The Tip of My...

"I know what I could possibly do!" I snap my fingers, pointing them in the air.

We are waiting for the carriage to come around and the air has settled around us along with the sunset. We are standing at the threshold of the Cornewalt Estate while we wait, and you could see the large expanse of land way beyond the curve of the sky, all belonging to Mathias. I must say, the title really does give you power. Where the scenery ends is where the sky begins, a streak of intermixed orange, pink and purple gleaming across the curvature that stretches for unending distance. A few moving silhouettes of flying birds dot the sky, ridding away its plain structure. Distantly you could hear the rough caw of a crow calling out into the wind.