Norlanann pulls her horse to a stop, pausing to let her company catch up. Hearing the carriage rocking steadily closer, she turns her mare to face it. The driver pulls the two draft horses to a standstill and looks quizzically to the Lady. 
“[color=A9B8CB]How much farther[/color]?” Norlanann asks. 
“[color=f6989d]Ah,…[/color]” she frowns, looking at the sun, then forwards through the trees. “[color=f6989d]At a walk? I’d say about an hour, my lady.[/color]” 
“[color=A9B8CB]And how safe is this forest?[/color]”
“[color=f6989d]Very,[/color]” the servant replies quickly. “[color=f6989d]Nothing here large enough to bother a horse, let alone three.[/color]”
“[color=A9B8CB]Very well[/color],” She smirks, looping the reins over the saddle’s horn. Wordlessly, she holds out her off-hand. Seconds later, a large, golden-red ossifrage sweeps lazily through the trees and lands on her heavy leather glove. “[color=A9B8CB]Good luck![/color]” 
“[color=f6989d]What?[/color]” A laugh bubbles from Norlanann’s throat, and she snatches up the reins in her left hand and spins her horse around, taking off through the woods. “[color=f6989d]Hey![/color]”

After five minutes, she breaks the treeline, letting her bird take flight. Her mare tosses her head, and she laughs, encouraging her into a full run. Another five minutes pass, and she slows down, about one-hundred and fifty yards from the castle wall. She gestures to them, and calls her bird down to her. 

She greets the guards at the gate with little more than a nod, and hands them her identification. Other than notifying them of her servant coming with the carriage, she passes through somewhat uneventfully. She proceeds to the entrance hall, and dismounts. She hands the reins of her mare to an attendant, but asks them to keep her nearby. She enters the building, running her free hand through her bird's feathers, and waits.