Still embarrassed by her outburst, Fietra wanted to be away from the group. Perhaps, she could go this whole journey unnoticed? Her cause was a personal one and being around people from such lavish backgrounds and family names made her slightly uneasy. Her family were wealthy but in this group, she was far from being well known... Maybe she would get on better with the peasant boy or the little girl, she seemed nice enough. Even after, she was criticised. 

Urging Sugar forward, she trotted ahead of the group and fell in line with the strange magical being, walking steadily on, seemingly to know the way. Her eyes darted around the thing's outer shell. Armour... But what was it powered by? What was it? Was it magic? Was it a they? Squinting her eyes, she tried to see into the helm for... eyes, flesh, anything to indicate that it was a human in there? Her mind slowly ticked as she stared at it. Not knowing was annoying... 

After contemplating for a few moments, she finally spoke, [color=ForestGreen]"Who ARE you?"[/color]