<strong>Marian Wood- Carriage ride to the Manor. </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Marian looked out the window of the carriage with worry yet confusion, her dark eyes taking in the sites as they rushed by causing the scenery to become blurry and seem as if everything was melting together. Quickly shaking her head so not to become dizzy the young woman briefly opened the envelope though by now she had the words memorized, yet still she wondered why a invitation like this ended up at her family’s home, her father was just a humble detective and mother a loving house wife so still the question plagued her. Perhaps once she arrived at the estate the master of the house could explain everything, if not well then Marian had ways of figuring out some things with a little help; absentmindedly she reached up and brushed her fingers over the cold metal circling her head. The device keeping all the voices at bay as she liked to call the wondering thoughts of people around her, closing her eyes she leaned back against the cushioning of the carriage.<br/><br/>Briefly she wondered if she had a chance to take a nap but several bumps and loud hammering of hooves told her otherwise, letting out a tired yawn she gave a slight stretch, why her parents chose to send her to the manor in the first place boggled her still. Yet she had a hunch it was something to do with her on the path to becoming a spinster at the age of twenty and one, but she had no want or need of a husband.  Besides what man would want a woman who could read their emotions or mind and see what they truly think.  Slipping the silver headband from her head Marian focused on the only thoughts closest to her, the carriage driver to see if he had any inking of knowledge of where she would be going. ‘Stupid horse, thought you’d be faster than what the ol’man said figures de’gimme a faulty horse and carriage. At least the girl is half decent to look at…”<br/><br/>Quickly placing the band back in place she flushed brightly at where the man’s thoughts had trailed off to, leaning over she opened the curtain and stuck her head out. Dark brown curls instantly became wild and windblown as she tried to see how close they were to arriving, a surprise gasp escaped her though Marian quickly regretted it as she felt as if a bug flew down her throat. Coughing she spat out whatever entered unwillingly into her mouth, most unladylike  true but how disgusting to have a bug inside one’s mouth! Gagging a little she stuck her head back out the window this time remembering to keep her mouth closed as she observed the nearing manor “we will be there in no time Miss Woods! I suggest leaning back into the carriage, unless you feel going without a head!” Blinking Marian leaned back against the seat once again, lazily smoothing out her black dress the excitement and curiosity finally getting to her as she fiddled with the black lace decorating her nicest dress…