[h3]Mithera[/h3] Mithera had been mostly silent during the trip, despite the crazy driving. She had done her best to sooth Zenoram, but she knew it wouldn't help. He just seemed to have terrible motion sickness for some reason. When the group had arrived where they were going, and the womman came out screaming, Mithera just the woman a narrow look. If it were up to her, she would've just left the woman and gone back to the guild, since she couldn't be bothered to show any respect. But Mithera held her tongue, keeping from possibly throwing the woman into an even greater rage as well as avoiding any possible backlash she might've gotten for suggesting such a thing.

When she felt the ground shake, Mithera assumed it had to do with Zenoram moving something, since she was sitting on his shoulder, an looked about like nothing happened, and at the suggestion for food her head bobbed. [b]"Food would be very nice, thank you Zenoram."[/b] She nuzzled his cheek with her little furry snout before jumping off his shoulder and flying over to Gideon's head, nestling in his hair so as to be out of Zenoram's way. After a moment of being there she decided she didn't like his hair, and moved to his shoulder, her light weight barely noticeable.

[@Demon Shinobi][@soren]