Mana Deschain was bored. Who knew how many acres of land surrounded the family's ancestral home, and still there was nothing to do. After eighteen years, she had explored and re-explored the entire estate, and right now it seemed that there was no option but to go back inside. It was her habit to spend her time roaming about the gardens, as well as meandering about the wilder places her father posessed. All this was designed to ensure no one could summon her back to the drole life of a noble girl that was supposed to be grown into a fine young woman. As if to confirm her thoughts, the clouds that had been heavy all day, finally burst forth with rain as thunder rumbled overhead. Mana sighed, frustrated as she immediately found her muddy brown skirts filling with the weight of the water, as she also brushed away a strand of fly away hair that had now stuck to her face. "You win this one, weather." The girl muttered to herself, reluctantly making her way back to the sprawling castle in which she had lived from the day of her birth. Upon her return, now utterly sodden, Mana found herself skulking as quietly as possible to her rooms. Of course, this was all pointless, thanks to the dripping of her clothes that formed a handy trail, but it made her feel clever, ssneaking around like she used to when she was a little girl. Little did she know that this was the last day she would have free to be a child. Her father had sent out the summons, something that even she would not ignore.