Marian and open.
Marian woke with the urge to get up and get to training, she longed to feel the hilt of a sword between her fingers. Even as she had slept, the touch of leather crept into her dreams. Her intent was to learn to use Robin's sword, as his was far superior to her own in weight, and made from Saracen steel.
Yet, instead, she found herself distracted by the different colored eggs that lead from the foot of her bed. Curiosity go the better of her, and she dressed quickly, simple slacks and a long tunic was well suited with her pirate boots. Even if she was rather mismatched she was comfortable, and that was what mattered.
Raising the edge of the tunic, she gathered the eggs that lead from her bedroom to the door that lead out of the empty apartment. She followed the trail, rather than collect anymore, to the center of the city. And she boggled at the baskets. "I wonder what they're for." She murmured.