<div style="text-align: justify;">It was nice standing on the gravel, soaking up warmth from both the sun and the sight before her. Alannah had followed Dimitri, albeit at a slightly slower pace, and had just caught up to him and his dad when he asked her name. She held out a hand to the old man. <span style="color: #4080FF">"The name's Alannah Stahkey. It's a pleasure to meecha,"</span> she told him as a calloused hand enveloped her own. The rough palms and the heavy Southern accent were the only ways in which Dimitri and his dad resembled each other, as far as she could see.<br/><br/>Alannah let her hand drop and took a look around the place. It seemed huge for just three people. And this Riley, whoever that was. It smelled funny out here, too. She wrinkled her nose slightly. The Hub didn't smell all that good, but that was something she was used to. This was a different kind of air. She had to admit that she liked the open space, though. They were only walled in by distant trees and not bricks and steel.<br/><br/>She turned back to the other two with a slightly sheepish look as she remembered herself. <span style="color: #4080FF">"It really is good to be here,"</span> she continued, acutely aware of her slightly messy hair and wrinkled skirt from yesterday. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I think Dimitri was wicked excited for me, too."</span> Alannah grinned at him. She could vividly recall him almost jumping in his seat when they had been nearing the Midnight Farm.</div>