The only Pettigrew safe mentioning in such a setting (not that Mr. Echelon Arnost seemed to particularly care for the relative comforts of social safety) had to be Mr. Thom Pettigrew. Freya knew little of him outside of the basics, though his wife used to be a common topic amongst her circles. Mrs. Pettigrew was yet another odd recluse. Sometimes, back when her marriage was still new and she was unaccustomed to Daniel's temperament, Freya thought he would've been better off with someone as ... mundane as Mrs. Pettigrew.

"How lovely. It's great to have companions." She said. Lysander was far luckier than herself, in any regard. Mama always kept her close, too afraid of the shadows to allow her to stray far. "I grew up in the country, my Mother almost never came to town." Freya said with a slight shrug. "It's a very different world there...quieter, peaceful." Daniel would never consent to moving away from London, much as Freya sometimes yearned for it. "It's where I learned my love of gardening."