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Throughout the journey, Eliza felt herself growing restless. She spent every moment doing [i]something[/i]. Whether it be crafting little clay men and working on her more complex movements, making delicate charms during the less rocky periods of the journey, or even just twisting and un-twisting her hair. Her hands were always busy, but she resisted the urge to speak entirely. Every time she felt she had to speak, she'd force herself to sleep. She was sure she talked a lot while she rested, as her dreams were almost always about pleasant times with her mentor. Either way, she usually woke up renewed, before soon falling back into her state of unease. 

When rations came around, she ate her part willingly. She wasn't one to deny any food, even though she'd be lying if she said watching Vitius chug his blood didn't make her stomach churn. Soon enough, she developed a system of delicately avoiding his gaze whenever it came time to eat. She'd glance at Colin from time-to-time to ensure he wasn't having another freakout, giving him a small, reassuring smile when their gazes met. 
 
It seemed as though she was just moments away from a freakout of her own before they arrived outside the inn where they were supposed to be staying. She huffed, pulling her yellow hood up and over the hair-do she had finally settled on. Taking her bag -which contained her clothes and the charms she didn't have on her person- she patted herself down one last time to make sure she had everything. Stepping out of the carriage after Vitius and Sadon, she watched as they wandered down the path, hopefully heading towards the inn as they were supposed to. 

Eliza began the task of stretching, planning on waiting for Colin so they could walk together. Suddenly, a distraction came. A woman jumped off the carriage, deft as could be. Eliza cocked her head, recognizing the girl as one of the fellow members of Finlay's group. The newly turned vampire. At least, that's what Brighid had identified her as. Her yellow hood made them equals, but she certainly seemed different than the rest. Her mannerisms spoke of confidence, and her amber gaze was enchanting. When the girl smirked, Eliza tried to spot the fangs hiding behind her lips. She caught herself staring, and forced a nod at the woman's words, despite that being the strangest response.

When the girl began walking away, Eliza turned to the carriage. She wanted to wait for Colin...but if she stuck with him all the time she'd never make new friends. Deciding against abandoning him entirely, she called out to him. [color=A187BE]"Colin, c'mon, we gotta meet Meg and Kate!"[/color]

Wrapping her cloak around herself, she jogged until her pace was matched with the female vampire's. She turned her face to look at the woman, smiling. [color=A187BE]"Hi there, I'm Eliza. Who're you?"[/color] She waited patiently for a response, before following up with another comment. [color=A187BE]"Strange we had to go on loan, huh? I guess they didn't know what to do with all of us."[/color]