Silently he moved through the house, inspecting each room. Most of the House was devoid of furnishings, as he had decided that the girls would best be able to decorate as they saw fit. The important thing had been accomplished, and the house was finally finished.

As he had instructed the contractor, the house was rebuilt as before, with the two exceptions. The stone to provide the wards for the place was set within the foundation, and the house and three acres it sat on was now protected. Even now he could stretch out and feel the mild tingling of the near-mythal, a duplicate of the wards protecting Gharnholme, Shadowhold Manor and Onyx House. it would take a being of near-godlike strength, or a veritable army to breach the wards. And so he protected Tara and her friends the best he could.

The other addition brought a soft chuckle as he looked upon it. A new room had been added to the plans, and a near perfect scale replica of RhyDin City and the surrounding lands stretched across the floor. the artisan who had been subcontracted to make the piece had been a true master, catching the rise and fall of the land in a way he had seen only on surveyers maps. Miniature trees dotted the landscape, leading to the city and bay beyond. A crowning touch, the rivers and bay was actual water, flowing along as the rivers of the land did so.

behind the house a new pond had been dug, plants and lillies set both beside and within the glittering water. And another small barn had been built, for whatever use the girls and thier friends could make of it.

Yes, he thought to himself as he walked to the front door, they should be happy with the place again.