Mira's Arrival

[mirathomas]

Mira sat patiently in the rear of the carriage, trying her best to ignore the collar around her neck that would painfully jerk her head with each bump in the road. The man next to her was not her husband, Edgar, though she desperately wish that it were. The raven haired 20 year-old spun her gold wedding band round and round her slender finger, playing her husband's parting words to her over and over in her head like a mantra: It's just for a little while, my love; you'll be home within a fortnight.

The carriage shuttered to a halt just inside a pair of large iron gates. The man rose from beside Mira giving the leash attached to her collar a slight tug informing her to stand as well. Mira stepped out into the bitter winter wind and a chill ran up her spine at the sight of her new home. Before her stood a rather large and imposing building. The structure was dark both in color and aura. Mira's chest tightened as the doors to the Asylum creaked opened.

[Madam Mournington]

The well known footsteps were heard on the main staircase. Madam Mourningtons leather-boot clad feet were a little faster this time, than any other admission. This woman was not aware of the Asylum "circumstances", so she had to make a temporarily impression upon this woman. She looked down to the journal in her hand.

Mira Thomas,
20, Infertile and Depressive.

She smiled a little when she read the "Infertile"-part. Many men believed their wives might have a mental illness, because of that. Mournington knew better.
As she opened the door in the main wooden gate, she put a smile on her lips, and stepped outside in the snow.
"Welcome!" she said loudly when she saw the young woman stand some yards before her.
"To The Asylum For Wayward Victorian Girls."

[mirathomas]

Mira breathed a sigh of relief when her hazy green eyes fell on the older woman standing on the Asylum's steps. Mira had feared that the Asylum would be filled with nothing but officials of the opposite sex but upon being greeted by a woman whom obviously held some degree of control the new-comer's spirits were lifted greatly.

The man whom had rode with her in the carriage now lead Mira by the leash towards the smiling woman. Her feet slid slightly on the iced over stone steps leading up to the Asylum's entrance. Maybe this won't be so bad after all, Mira thought to herself as she came to a stop before the older woman.