Thank heavens for small favors, Harriet thought, sitting in the carriage. Nothing, nothing at all but her work, would have forced her out in this beastly weather. And she could not understand why her employers had not cancelled the lesson altogether! It was terrible of them to expect her to leave the warmth and dryness of her own home just for the sake of starting a girl's lessons one day earlier.
A burst of thunder startled a low cry out of her--how she hated that sound! And so too did the horses, it seemed, for there were sounds of rebellion from in front of the carriage.
When the knock had been heard at the door, she'd felt certain it would be a letter from her employer, telling her that of course the lesson was to be put off. Instead it was a message saying that due to the weather they had sent their carriage for her.
At least they had not expected her to walk!
She smoothed her skirt over her legs, a nervous gesture and one meant to test the dampness of the material. It was quite damp. She wrinkled her nose at it. A delightful way to appear for one's first day of work--with wet clothing and loose hairs, with one's nerves shaken by the terrible noise--
Another crash of thunder, and the carriage actually jerked as the horses tried to bolt. Harriet held the seat tightly and set her jaw.
The terrible noise of thunder.
[OOC: Ok, I just HAD to activate Harriet! I don't know to whose house she is going, or who the student will be, but am delighted to take any volunteer. ;-) Horse mavens--is it ridiculous that the horses haven't gone completely mad because of the thunder? If it is, I'll try to figure out something else and edit. I think the weather might not be quite as bad as she's making it out to be. She might have a bit of a phobia there. Also, if anyone wants to notice her on the way, we can arrange that too. ;-)]