[Center][h2][color=00aeef]Albus[/color][/h2][/center]

Before he knew it, the woman had started spitting out horseriding tips left and right! Trying his best to memorize everything, he nodded as a signal of thanks. She said her name. Siran, huh? Shouldn't be that hard to remember. [i][color=00aeef]"My name's Albus. Here's to a good time, eh?"[/color][/i]

[color=f26522][b]"Time's up!"[/b][/color] He heard.

[i][color=00aeef]"Looks like that's our cue. Here goes!"[/color][/i] With one effortless leap, Albus was on the saddle of the horse, reins in hand. He looked to the others as they headed out the main gate. He pointed the reins towards the rest.

[i][color=00aeef]"Uh... go that way!"[/color][/i] he said to the horse. Either by sheer luck, or being easier than he thought, the horse began trotting off towards the rest. This wasn't so bad. Though he could do without the constant bumping. The constant jingling of his armor made him feel loud and out of place, he still wasn't quite used to it yet. Then the wyvern took off, and before he knew it, it was in the air. An aerial view would probably be useful, they would likely be able to see a little farther than the rest. But now, it was time for his journey to start.

He followed the rest through the streets, and it seemed like people were starting to gather in the streets. It felt... strange. There were many eyes on him, and it kind of made him uncomfortable. Just keep looking forward. Don't make eye contact. And before he knew it, they were at the edge of the city. Then to the roads. He felt more at ease on the road. He was used to them. And with all these others, it was like he was back home again. Minus the horses, of course.