It wasn't long before Alana exited the house, followed by her mother and Arabela. Alana was dressed in some of her father's old clothes. It wasn't a common occurrence for women to wear anything other than dresses in the slightest, and it was obvious by the look on Alana's mother's face that she looked down on such a thing. However, Alana didn't seem to even care. She just simply walked with her family over to the men, wearing a gray shirt that was only a bit over sized, a pair of black slacks, and the ghost of a smile on her face. "Ye have to get over it, Mother," she was saying, "its too long of a ride to wear a dress. Its difficult enough as is to ride a horse in a dress for a few<i>minutes</i>."<br/><br/>"Forgive me for not wanting me daughter to look like a man in front of her husband and his Clan."<br/><br/>"We're too beautiful to look like men, no matter how we dress," Arabela chimed in. Alana's twin caught sight of the smiling Nathan and looked at him for a few moments before smiling as well and turning back to the conversation.<br/><br/>"Even if I look like a man, I hardly care. I am making the trip easier, that's all I care about. I'll always wear dresses after if ye just let it go," Alana offered as she adjusted her grip on her bag. She wasn't traveling heavy, but she wasn't traveling light either. Her mother had loomed over her shoulder as she packed and made sure she included most of the clothes she owned.<br/><br/>The mother stared at her for a moment, before her face softened and she drew Alana in for a hug. "Wear what ye want. Just be safe and visit soon."<br/><br/>After a few seconds of hugging between the two, Alana pulled away and locked eyes with Arabela. The twins didn't say anything, they just smiled, laughed, and turned away from each other. Arabela moved to stand beside her mother as Alana finally approached Flower. She stroked the horse's neck while she looked over at Duncan. "Sorry if ye were waiting long for me," she apologized before looking over at Cirus.