Magnes leaned against the back of the wagon with her arms at her side, and her mouth occupied by bark. Her tongue swayed side to side, guiding it from one side of her mouth to the other. Her strange habit helped her mind steer away from sitting in the middle of the wagon. Out of all places to choose to sit, the bright idea to sit in the middle was the least bit bothersome at the time. Her backside wouldn't have to absorb the small bumps the road offered, while she didn't have to worry about being closer to the horses rear end. The idea seemed promising, but after a while she regretted the decision of being in between the other occupants. It was nothing more than a nuisance to be this close to the others, and It was no telling one may bump to one or another due to changes of elevation.<br/><br/>The heavy sounds of Bulls hooves brought Magneses eyes towards Taliha, another native from Tyrinia. It was hard to tell the woman's size while she rode the bull , but one thing was for sure, using the Bull as a steed was out of the ordinary. Though the same was said about Magneses white hair.  All of her thoughts about Taliha left her once her eyes trailed away.<br/><br/>Kaito was the man walking aside the wagon, and the man Magnes wondered about. His strange clothes, and weapons and distance made Magnes all the more curious. Drawing conclusions, or even making assumptions may not have helped her neutral feelings towards the Minst native, but trusting him wasn't going to be an easy task.  Trusting others in general wouldn't have been easy for her. The cloaked silent woman sitting in the distance, Kaito walking alongside from the wagon, and the woman riding a bull didn't give a good reason to trust them. All of these thoughts caused Magneses leg to shake. Her hand inched closer to her axe while her breathing turned heavy. These strangers couldn't be trusted.<br/><br/>Another cool breeze passed Magnes, easing her thoughts and loosening her tensed muscles. She refocused on the road ahead, worrying only about her self. But an Odd sound emerged into her ears and breaking her concentration. The faint rumbles turned into a growl as she tried to cover the evidence of hunger. The grip on her stomach eased when the growls decreased. It seems the need for a meal was approaching. Her hands went through the little sack she brought along with her and out came a water container. She spat the bark, before gulping the water in her possession. Was it rude to drink in front of the others? Maybe, or maybe not. A quick sigh of relief left her as her eyes looked upon the others again. The water container still filled with plenty of water when she flaunted it in front of the others. Perhaps she wasn't the only one that craved something, whether it being a drink of water or a means for an adventure.