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[color=D399E0]Location: Queen's Residence, Eldan, Hayll ==> Coach Station ==> The Winds[/color][/center][hr][hr]

She listened to the girl in complete silence.  Her piercing white-gold eyes never left the maid's face until the moment she touched her own throat.  She understood and smiled gently.  She reached up and brushed hair back from Illyria's face.  [color=D399E0]"Thank you,"[/color] she murmured as the Grey shield fell.  Leaving it up too long could draw attention she did not want.  [color=D399E0]"Go, back to your duties."[/color]  She brought the maids hands up and kissed the back of them before she stood and continued packing for her journey.

About five minutes after the maid left, Jassen came to her door.  He had obviously not been chosen to escort her for reasons apparent to all who knew him.  However, Fatima had a great amount of trust in the man and to begin with this was his idea.  He was coming to check up on her and make sure she had everything she needed.  However, he would be surprised to hear her tell him to prepare to leave in ten minutes.  She would meet him at the stables.

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Fatima had snuck quietly from her room.  A simple pack with her things was slung over her shoulder.  Her hair had been tied up and a skull cap placed over her head.  She wore a simple moss green tunic, brown leggings tucked into sturdy but worn leather boots, and a simple belt with a couple of pouches attached tightened around her hips.  Her breasts were strapped down as well as they could be and still be able to breathe.  Her tunic was kept loose over the belt and at a single glance, she might just look like an errand boy.  Should anyone inspect closer they would certainly see the feminine details of her face and the body she tried to disguise.

Being a small place with little by way of guards or protection Fatima slipped easily from her home and into the stables.  She took with her a single, trustworthy stallion.  He had always been sweet to her though arrogant and pushy with others.  Jassen also met her there and the pair of humans and horses rose out into the wilds of the world.  The pair rode out until she reached a coach station.  She arranged and paid for herself, Jassen, and the horses to be carried along the winds toward the destination that the maid had relayed.

For the first time in her life, travel made her nervous.  Leaving her home without a Queen seemed utterly dangerous.  What if another Queen took advantage?  Hurt her people she had left behind before she could come back and help the land she had come to treasure.  What would her mother do?  A wry smirk quirked to corners of her lips.  Probably leave things to rot and die.  This was how they had gotten here in the first place.  It was a long journey and Fatima eventually fell asleep, despite all of her fretting.  Her head rested on Jassen's shoulder as she dreamed of happier times.