Emma was naive. Time and time again her parents told her that she shouldn't be so curious.

Many times she found herself out wandering the property that her parents had when she

would hear her name being called. She would be too busy though running around in the

fields to even notice. She didn't think anything could ever hurt her. Nothing. It was like she

had a million lives. Maybe not a million but it was close.

She would run back and there would be her father wiggling his finger, saying that one day her

curiosity would get the best of her. That wasn't true. She would always be careful. She would

roll her eyes and tell him, "Don't worry Daddy...I can take care of myself..." She didn't really

know how she would go about that. She just knew that she would.

The next day her father told her to meet him in the parlour, they had something important to

discuss. Parlour discussions were never good and to try and sweet talk her father she had

worn her prettiest blue dress. She had loved it. She smoothed it down while she spun

around, looking at herself in the mirror. She didn't know what her father was going to tell her

but she was going to be prepared. She would practise right now, you had to be with the way

her father would talk to her.

She pouted at the mirror, her hands going to her sides, playing with the fabric. "Daddy, I don't

know any differently. I swear. I can't help I'm curious when I see things. I just get curiouser

and curiouser..." She was cut off by the maid who called her downstairs. She ran out of her

room and down the stairs as fast as she could. "Miss Emma, please be careful." She never

listened though as she got to the parlour. Stopping as she saw her father. Her mouth

dropped when she saw the prettiest woman ever standing beside him. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

She gave him and the woman a curtsy as she looked down.

Her father cleared his throat and pointed to the couch where Emma could sit. "Miss Maria,

this is my daughter. I thought that you might want to meet her before she ends up on your

property exploring." Emma's jaw was still on the floor as her fingers grasped at the material

on her dress, rubbing her fingers together. Her father had noticed and cleared his throat.

"Yes, Miss Maria. I won't go on your property." Maria looked at Emma and for the first time

she noticed that the colour in her eyes were a bit off. Emma shrugged it off. Maria put her

chin in the air and started to talk. "Miss Emma, you might actually like it over at my place. I

have a ... school of sorts. Please feel free to stop by. I would love to see you there." Emma

nodded quickly. She wasn't going to let her know that she was around for a bit, she was

curious and she wanted to know what was going on before she just walked in the normal

way.

Maria nodded and went for the door, "Thank you, sir for letting me meet your daughter. I

look forward to what the future might bring." Maria was odd, was all that Emma could think

about. And now, the gears in her head were turning. First thing in the morning she would go

explore.