Bernadette
"Watch where you're going before ya trample someone you dunce!"

"Aha, right! Sorry..."

*Newt slightly tugs on his horse's reigns as he rides into the city, his face buried into a leather book stuffed to the brim with various clippings and notes as his saddle bags clanging together with various traveling gear. Only looking up to glance at the dreamscape of the flowing gardens and flora along the hillside, quickly sketching them down into the book as the two stroll down the dirt road. Newt getting more than a few annoyed, confused glances from the occasional passerby as he adjusts Grunts prance to avoid bumping into anyone. The piebald horse letting out a long whiny grunt bobbing its head as Newt scratches the sides of their neck, stroking his hand through the white-blondish mane shooing away the pesky gnats in their eyes.*
"I know, I know Grunt. I'll get ye a nice little treat once we get there alright? We just gots to make it to..."
He pauses, stopping off to the side of the road as he climbs down from his horse. Slowly letting that sweet floral breeze blow through his wavy hair, filling his chest as his heart starts to race. He pulls Grunt in for a hug as he stares off at the grand monumental city painting the horizon.
"*Zahrada~* Just rolls off the tongue doesn't it? Darragh would nip me ears if he knew I was 'ere. But look at us no eh? Couple'a dashing rogues the two of us!"
He slips an apple of out his pocket biting it in half before handing Grunt a piece, the horse eagerly chomping down at it as Newt hops back onto the saddle as they begin racing down the path.
Stephen
Alexandre du Rochert
En route to Zahrada, Astoria

A tall, blonde nobleman dressed in attire of battle swayed atop his mighty stallion, the reins of his mount clenched tightly in his right hand as he squinted to make out the grandiose city of Zahrada in the far distance. He spurred his horse onwards, taking in the pastoral scenery of the meadows and rolling hills nearby. With a heavy, nostalgic heart, he raised his right hand to his chest and sighed deeply as he breathed in the aroma of the flowery hills of his childhood. He took a moment to pause and greet some of his posted sentries. He had specifically desired to send a group of his men to guard a section of the trade route to Zahrada and now viewed them as they saluted him amiably.

"Salutations, milord!" 

They shouted as he approached. He beamed jovially as he heard the greeting and gave them a salute in return, his eyes scanning the checkpoint for any flaws. Upon seeing the checkpoint's fine maintenance he spoke in return with a grin dancing across his face.

"How goes it, men?"

They responded with a description of their deeds in the recent weeks with enthusiasm and Alexandre bowed his head upon hearing their actions. He gave them a final salute and a profession of good fortune before continuing on his way.

"Not long until Zahrada's gates are before me."

He slammed his heels into the steed's side and galloped forward at full pace, his hair violently hanging behind him as the wind rushed past him. He found himself several strides away from a small floral garden and brought his horse to a halt just before it. The youthful lord dismounted, with a few looks of admiration from the people present as he led his horse by the reins on foot towards the city of Zahrada. Behind him, at a far distance, he could hear the rapid clopping of a full gallop of a mighty steed. He turned himself to see, stilling his horse as he stood to face the rushing oncomer.

"Gods that mount sounds rather quick."
Bernadette
*As he turned to look he could see the horse and its rider barreling towards the gate, the bronze-skin man with dark hair approaching wearing a light blue cloak over his tunic. The cloak dancing in the wind along with his horse's mane as they slow back down into a trot growing closer to the main gate, Newt staring up at it in awe as they come to stop.*

"I don't think I'm ever gettin' over sights like this."

*He looked over to the knight beside him with a uneasy nod, putting on his best smile.*

"I uh, hope we weren't makin' too much of a fuss comin' down the road. S-Sir."
Stephen
Alexandre looked into the eyes of the rider as he slowed his horse, he easily deduced that the grandeur of the city itself was something that the likes of this man had never seen before and quietly snickered to himself. Alexandre's eyes studied the figure atop the horse for a moment, taking notice of his cloak and the rather shoddy act of attempting nonchalance. He sighed as the man spoke in a jumble. Indeed, it was a rather shaky display. But then again, it wasn't Alexandre's place to reprimand anyone for riding a steed too quickly.

"To the untrained eye, it seems as though there was nothing out of place with your arrival. But to one such as a warrior, they would know that your mount was riding at quite a rapid speed compared to anyone else. In any case, sir, nothing should perturb you."

He gave a nod to the cloaked rider and walked forward towards the entryway to the city with him. His hand brushed against the mane of his stallion and he gave a quick pat on the animal's side. He mounted once again, tiring of leading the unwilling steed, and gently nudged his heels into the mount's side, giving it the urge to begin a slow walk. 

He turned his head towards the rider and spoke. "Where are you heading? Perhaps I can provide you with some guidance as a local. I have some matters to attend to, but I have time to waste until then." Alexandre's hand unconsciously drifted to his scabbard, though not attempting to appear intimidating, he could come off as such. His face showed no signs of irritation. He seemed even to be enjoying taking in the views of the city. The insignia of House du Rochert was worn on his saddlebag as he quickly opened it and grabbed a piece of dried meat. His teeth sank into the meat and ripped it apart subtly as he waited for the rider's response.