The cicada seemed to droned over all the other noises of early summer on the Banesfield estate. The hum of the bug, only seemed to make it the air hotter, but perhaps that was a given is one was to be annoyed by such a thing.<br/><br/>The blood curdling scream that cut through the hot summer air like an icy sheath was enough to send chills down any man's spine. The sound of hooves pounding the the earth with a merciless conviction, joined the haunting siren's scream and in the distance down the long estate drive, a rider could be seen.<br/><br/>The rider came into view, her dress whipping into the wind behind her like the sail of a ship. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back the ribbons that had been holding it place, pulled free by the rushing air. The dapple grey mare she was ridding had its head down and had all the reins, leaving the girl with zero control. She screamed again, moments later, a coach coming into view and another rider chasing her, or catching up rather.<br/><br/>Odd for Banesfield Estate to have visitors.