Aingealag's aqua eyes shifted slowly over the grounds as she made her way away from the carriage and towards the mansion. Her fingers nervously played with the sleeves of her dark and light purple dress. It fell past her knees, about mid-calf and her legs were covered by matching stockings. Her long, gray hair was pulled back, all in a neat bun. When she had arrived at the mansion, she stood silently, staring up at the large building, contemplating just turning back. For a moment, she couldn't help but wonder what she was doing, but she thought of it as being her only chance to change. With that thought, she approached the door, knocking gently. She clasped her dainty fingers together and held them tightly to her chest.