Iseldis had almost never cared how she looked, so this was a new feeling for her. Growing up her clothes had been ragged, scavenged, ill-fitting, but perfectly fine considering she didn't really care so long as she was warm and comfortable and fit to train. She'd never had anything that could be considered finery, and while her priestess robes were no ballroom gown, they were going to take some getting used to.

The rain tapped softly against her window, but it concerned Iseldis little. She was too busy trying to recognize the woman in the mirror, garbed in well-fitted and tailored robes of bright white trimmed in silver. She felt... nervous, which was unlike her, but today was an unusual day. Her brothers and sisters had already wished her well. The rest was up to her. She fastened her belt around her waist, attached her currently miniaturized bo staff to it, pulled on a small pack of supplies, and made her way out of the temple of Lunaia.

Iseldis pulled her hood up over her thick black hair as she stepped out into the rain. Not the best weather to start her journey with, but there was no sense trying to keep her boots and robes pristine, given all the traveling she'd be doing. She made her way down familiar streets, passing shops and neighborhoods where the people failed to recognize her at first. It was another feeling she'd need to get used to, being watched. Iseldis had always been able to pass unnoticed before, something that was very useful for a young thief, but the priests and priestesses of Lunaia were meant to draw eyes, to be looked to.

It took a half an hour's walk to reach the edge of Dal'Mahra, the gate, and the warrior she was due to meet and travel with. More experienced Lunaian fighters could take on these tasks alone, but it was typical for initiates attempting their first Cleansing to do so with help. It wasn't expected to be anything she couldn't handle, but they were headed for danger, and the last thing the priesthood wanted was promising initiates dying before they could come into their own.

Her partner was easy to identify as the loitering man armed with sword and shield. He didn't look to be too grizzled either. "You must be the lucky sod stuck with me," she said, striding up to him and extending a hand. "Hope you haven't been waiting too long. I'm Iseldis, an initiate of Lunaia. Priestess, if all this goes well."