morgana → too often seen the end of endless pain to swear that peace no more shall cool my brow
The house is a very important part of the next step in Veda's slowly forming 'plan', but more than that - it simply gives her something to do. Something to occupy her hands and her mind, as she signs the paperwork that'll transfer ownership and occupies herself with the necessities like whether or not she'd like to change any of the furnishings and scouring the city for suitable help. It's a modest home, she thinks she couldn't possibly need more than a housekeeper, perhaps a maid, and a nurse for Mayaseralle. Someone to come and tend the garden from time to time.
It won't be a very large or ostentatious establishment, and that suits her well enough this time; the point is a bit of privacy, somewhere she can retreat to if she so requires, somewhere comfortable and quiet and where she answers to no one but herself.
(The last part is quite important, although she can't quite put her finger on why. It's hardly as though anyone's been inclined to cut her off at the knee at home.)
Interviewing potential employees is a tiresome business, though, and after she's seen the last woman out she doesn't leave for Riva as quickly as she'd been planning to. She puts Mayaseralle down for an afternoon nap, instead, and makes her own tea before taking her sewing out into the sun room that looks out onto the Xanadu street below and watches the progress of her new neighbours and fellow wanderers as she neatly repairs the shirt that Ceredu won't need. This is easily one of her favourite parts of the house, this vantage point for easy observation from which she can watch without worrying much.
It's funny, the things and the people one sees. She supposes she hasn't been here long enough to recognize anyone yet.