Dreary the weather had been for a while, but today of all days it seemed as if the heavens just poured all the content they had gathered over the normally fog filled city. Westminster Abbey stood proudly withstanding the nasty weather, in front of it stood a rental carriage waiting. On the back stood one of the many well armed men of the Sancti Lumis, the safekeepers of London when all things that go bump in the night come out to play. The carriage itself was painted black with a simple silver coated S and L painted upon its sides. There were three people inside the carriage. Two males and one female. One man dressed up in what could be described as clothing worthy of a gentleman, the other was wearing the robes of a priest, whilst the woman whom they were keeping company was dressed in a demure fashion.
"Fremont, you did give them the right address didn't you?" The priest pressured looking upon his pocketwatch in an anxious manner.
"Trust me they will be here sooner then you would you like them to be." The gentleman said frowning as he touched the ends of his moustache.
The girl kept silent through it all, she knew it was better to not trouble them any further. She had already caused more than enough problems for them. She wondered what Londen would look like since her grandmother had taken away her sight, but since she couldn't see, she could only imagine and try to imagine rain drops clinging onto anything they could get to. Soon she would be taken away.
She knew why, she after all was the one whom suggested leaving England for a while. But now, now that that time was almost upon her she began to doubt and became uncertain, uncertain about it all.
Was it the wisest decision to leave? After all she would have to adapt to completly different surroundings 'again' and this time she would have to do it blind. She just hoped that the one's who would be taking care of her, weren't too disappointed when they saw her.
