Alice nodded her agreement with the elf lord. It would get dark soon and bandits were definately not to be triffled with at night, from all she had heard. Then the blonde got up and followed the elf maiden as she headed towards the main gate. As they walked, the village girl noticed that the wings actually moved, were actually real. Alice cocked her head and stared in puzzlement, [i]" How does she have real wings? Are high elves suppose to have wings? Is that why Mrs. Arielle always wears those fake ones? But the lord doesn't have any either. Alice, stop staring. It's impolite to stare and would be even ruder to ask about them. But how come she has wings?"[/i] And on it went, Alice alternating between staring and puzzling at the wings and trying not to do so, until after they arrived at the gate and the elf lord came, carrying fur coats. 

Then he handed one to her and she was astonished by its softness. The dark-eyed girl then slipped off her shield and cloak in order to put it on. Then as she slipped her cloak and shield back on, she relished in the softness and warmth that came with the coat. She had never felt so warm before except by a fireside, and that only warmed up one side. Then Alice forced herself to snap back to reality when the sheep centaur?, who she gathered was named Velis, was ordered to take point on the expedition to where the wagon was attacked. Therefore, Alastrina prepared herself to be ready for anything, while still relishing in the fur coat and wondering about the elf lady's wings.