[h3][color=fff200]Alaira Taenn[/color] & [color=f7941d]Danica Ruzicka[/color] & [color=mediumpurple]Grey Onyx[/color][/h3]

Alaira glanced out the skylight with that prideful smirk of hers as the carriage rolled on. Ever since her 'operation', the woman had seemed... happier, though the difference was more pronounced to those close to her. The trauma she had experienced was not forgotten, but with the scars healed she seemed to finally be moving past it. She was more like the boisterous show-off of old, but tempered by the lessons she's learned. She wore simple clothing much like Athalus beside her, but in her case they were simply what she tended to wear outside of her armor. A simple set of trousers and a sleeveless tunic. She also wore a short sword on her hip, as she couldn't really justify a ten-foot spear as a weapon of self defense. 

She heard Lyn speak, followed by Henri's answer, her smile becoming a frown. She kicked at the bench Henri sat on directly across from her, her foot thumping at the wood paneling just below his groin. [color=fff200][b]"Behave."[/b][/color] She muttered coldly as she looked out the skylight again, her point made. Some things didn't change. After Athalus was finished with his little spiel, she thumbed towards him over her shoulder. [color=fff200][b]"What he said. You don't have to like the damn nobles, just shut up and mutter a pleasantry or two."[/b][/color] She idly glanced over to the woman seated across from Aramir. 

Danica, however, was very much unlike her usual self. She was dressed in her 'hunting' leathers, all sorts of bandoliers and belt pouches apparently empty (Though, Athalus could tell that many of her weapons were simply hidden). She had her mask on as per usual along with her hat, pulled down low. She sat in the corner with her cloak pulled tight around, like a child trying to hide. [color=f7941d][b]"It's... It's a lovely city."[/b][/color] She said nervously, glancing out the window. [color=f7941d][b]"I have not been here in some time."[/b][/color]

Her behavior was especially strange to anyone that had even met her for a moment. Simply put, she [i]never[/i] seems to shut up about Billant, and for whatever reason she's conspicuously quiet at the biggest festival celebrating her goddess in all the land. She looked up to the snow elf, the subtle movement of her face mask implying a smile. [color=f7941d][b]"The music was always my favorite part."[/b][/color] she added, with a very light chuckle. 

For Grey however, things were far less interesting. He didn't have the luxury of conversation from his position atop the carriage. Unlike most he was allowed to carry his weapons, given his position as a bodyguard. That didn't extend to his armor however, as he was expected to wear his fancy dress uniform. He looked around, occasionally smiling or waving. As much as he wanted to relax though, the last time he was at any kind of festivities he got into a fist-fight with a demon fifty times his size, so it was best to remain alert.