ONE MORE. IN CASE OF RANDOM HURTLING IDEAS, OF COURSE. TITLE SAYS IT ALL, FOLKS! ;D (this is how I talk to myself constantly lol)
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You know what? The ride was a hassle. Period. [i]Of course[/i] she agreed [i]unequivocally[/i] that it was to be 'expected'. An arduous journey nonetheless. She could handle the drop-gate, no severe qualms there. But her ancestors were creatures of the sky, and therefore simple genetics caused her immediate family - and herself - to be less resilient with actions created on or received directly from the earth. They were only had just begun, and already she was alert. No, she was a long way past 'alert' at this point! At every little crack in the road or rocks they rode over, she nearly leaped out of the wagon, her hand flying to the sides, clutching it for half a minute. Actually, the first time that occurred, she still had the cookie in her hand. Cheeks flushing, Trilune tucked it away in another pocket. [i]And don't get me started on double bumps on this...this road. Rough.[/i] She clenched her teeth. This was precisely why sprinting or horse riding was infinite times better! One would have control over where they stepped, and the second was self-explanatory; horses were clever, gentle creatures. 

Trilune found herself peering over at the other newly recruited members longingly. But, wait. Something felt...queer. It seemed to be more crowded. With all of the luggage, maybe she shouldn't [i]be[/i] narrowing her eyes and searching the wagon, head tilted a fraction of a degree to the right. That thought quickly vaporized as she caught sight of the man who'd recently joined the group. Trilune's eyebrow quirked skywards, and the corners of her lips suggested a veiled smile. He hadn't exactly sent out friendly vibes to the rest of them. But surely it didn't indicate that he despised the world. Pleased with herself, she fiddled with her jacket's zipper. Cold metal would either stress her or calm her down. 

[i]You think the black-haired man may possess an interesting positive story underneath that icy demeanor?[/i] The winged elemental was hopeful that she was right on that one, but her sylph mind had other ideas. [i]Indeed, the other option is that he saw or did something that cannot be forgiven. Look at his bag; dangerous, most likely. You [b]probably[/b] should refrain from trusting him[/i], her brain advised its master. Something in the last thought suddenly clicked. [i]Have you honestly lost your mind?[i] she fired back, [i]I do not "trust" anyone here. I. Am. Merely. [/i]Curious. A hint of a figure the young lady once knew fluttered through her muddy thoughts, clear, like moonlight shimmering a path of light on the dark waters. He - the figure - had a stocky build, paired with the eyes of a more experienced person than Trilune. He had the same twinkle in his eyes. Bright and alive.

"No- please, why meeee- ahh! I was not ready that time. How do they say it? I'm a pickle? Pickle me timbers? I'm in a pickle? That last one's too reasonable to be true, reasonable things scarcely happen these days," Trilune mumbled under her breath. Her right had was currently gripping the zipper and her left steadying herself with the top of the wagon's border. While doing that, she was oblivious to the fact that her fellow members were hopping off. Only when most of them had filed out did she realize this, and hustled to join them. The memory of her experience on the wagon was most definitely not being pondered at this moment. Back to serious business. The Mayor, excellent. Furrowing her forehead, she mused over his words, memorizing what he'd said. Announcements like these might be small when given, but it could easily come in handy later. She dipped her head. "Yes..thank you, Mayor. Right away." 

A room with as many windows as possible. That would be her preference, but it wouldn't become reality if she kept being tardy. This time, her mind was set firm on not losing. One of the larger rooms might be fitting. Besides, she didn't mind sharing with another person in the group, and she couldn't select favorites among them, since Trilune hadn't really gotten to know any of them. As long as they didn't mind [i]open[/i] windows. Not long after she strode inside, she noticed one of the other women advancing toward her. "Hello, hello." She took a second brief look at the lady. Human, or something else? That was two things that felt peculiar today. Then again, she'd signed up for it. Holding her nerve around species she'd never heard of was practically part of the job description, even if it hadn't been in print, correct? Spicing things up in life with brand-new things - it was truly happening. Fascinating. Might as well get to the point, then. That's what the Mayor had told them. "So... do you have something in mind? I figured I would go investigate after exploring the rooms. Getting to know the building in case of an emergency or clues it may offer, you know?" She shifted her weight onto her left foot. "My name is Trilune, by the way. Very sorry for not mentioning that earlier," the female chortled, embarrassed. Her hand adjusted her hair, brushing it aside, and ran down the edges of her white wings. "Yours? I hope to get to know you. Truly, you are most intriguing. I am sure you have a story to world does not know. But now is not the time for stories, we are on a mission." The creature's mouth extended into a knowing smile, both her eyebrows now raised inquiringly. Trilune nodded to herself at the last part. Thrilled. She finally had the chance to change something for the world, and it wouldn't be ruined so easily.