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Even though Maeve had planned carefully every step before getting out of Tundral, when she got to Midril, neither did she had partiular plan nor she cared where she was going. Arriving on the town escorted by guards, her entrance was anything [i]but[/i] discreet. Truth be told, not only Maeve herself, but the guards themselves also knew that their presence was completely unneeded and instead, they were only there due to Maeve's ego and pride. Just as the reason that Maeve refused to use the Orzhov family crest. Despite that, her appearance was enough for some people know who she was, even in Midril. Still, there were only a few who knew her despite her name being well know in Tundral.

[color=silver]"Here we are, Lady Maeve."[/color] Said the capitain of the guards who were responsible for escorting her as they arrived on the stables, near the city gates. There, a horse was already prepared and ready to go, a grey male of big stature, healthy and well kept, it appeared to be impatient and eager to leave. It's clean, almost glistening coat and it's obvious musculature were clear signs for anyone who knew about horses that it wasn't the type of horse a common person could buy.

[color=6ecff6]"You have my gratitude for the escort, Capitain. It took me a while, but I am finally free."[/color] Maeve said, with a courteous and polite bow.

[color=silver]"It is my honour, my Lady."[/color] The capitain said.

[color=6ecff6]"Send my regards to my brother and my parents. Tell them that when I come back, neither of them will be able to ignore my talent nor deny me the respect and recognition I deserve ever again."[/color] Maeve said, as she mounted the horse, which despite it's previous impatience, stood almost perfectly still as Maeve mounted it.

[color=silver]"... As you wish, Lady Maeve."[/color] The capitain said, hesitating a bit and trying his best to keep his composure despite Maeve's sharp words.

With a dignified posture, Maeve headed towards the city gates. Almost as if knowing it's rider's intentions, the male horse followed it's commands with a noble, dignified trotting until they got outside. Despite being the first time Maeve had rode that particular steed, it was very well trained to accept almost any rider. When she arrived on her destiny, whether it was Portea or Kalla, she would only need to leave it on the stable for someone to go fetch it and return it to Midril.

As Maeve loosened the grip on the reins a bit, it visibly relaxed, as it shaked it's head, showing it's eagerness to go instead of being stuck inside a closed stable.

[color=6ecff6]"You know how to behave yourself."[/color] Maeve said with a smile as she rested her hand on it's neck.

[color=6ecff6]"I suppose you deserve a small reward..."[/color] she said, thinking as the horse waited for it's rider's commands.

Maeve smiled as she further loosened her grip on the reins, leaving it free to run as much as he wanted for a while. The eagerness and excitement were clear on Maeve's expression as she rode away.

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[center][h2][color=c2b280]Kalla - The Inn[/color][/h2][/center]

Maeve was expecting a different climate, especially when she choose to go to Kalla, but she wasn't expecting to be so hot. Thankfully, her dress was made of a light material that let her skin breathe, but still, it was still a bit difficult for her, an Isoli, accustomed to near freezing temperatures to deal with such a radical difference from Tundral.

[color=6ecff6]"Ugh... Why is it [i]so[/i] hot here?! How can a human being survive like this?"[/color] Maeve said to herself as she finally arrived on Kalla. Wanting to get to the inn as soon as possible, where she imagined it would be a bit cooler than outside, she paid no mind to the commotion that was happening outside the temple.

Despite being peaceful and uneventful, the trip was still rather long and Maeve was currently in a rather sour mood due to the hot weather, which ironically made things a little better for her due to inadvertently letting out her ice magic around her according to her humour. 

The moment Maeve got inside the inn, those nearby the door almost immediately felt the temperature drop as she walked inside with calm, elegant steps and a cold expression to match the air surrounding her. Almost immediately she felt a drop in the temperature, both thanks to herself being there and the fact that there was a roof hiding her from the sun.

[color=6ecff6]"... It's better."[/color] Maeve said to herself. After all, her, out of all people, couldn't allow herself to be in such an embarassing state, sweating and smelling.

Almost instantly, she stumbled with a Satyr, who was near the entrance.

Surprised for seeing a Satyr there of all places, Maeve stopped for a brief moment, curiously analyzing him with her eyes before she introduced herself with a polite greeting, assuming he was working in the inn as a waiter, greeting the customers who got inside.

[color=6ecff6]"Good afternoon, I would like to rent a room and something to eat and drink. Something cold and refreshing preferrably."[/color] Maeve said.

[color=6ecff6]"Thank you."[/color] she said, with a small, polite bow as she greeted the Satyr and walked towards one of the tables with a calm, elegant step.

Unsurprisingly and much like Maeve's style, her entrance wasn't not even a bit discreet. Be it for her beautiful, intricate dress, the delicate and beautiful blade on her waist or her exotic appearance, it was literally impossible to ignore her.