The city was a bustle with such a kinetic energy: it put Predowyn on edge. Something almost seemed...amiss. There was a tension in the air and she wasn't the only one to feel it. Just one look at her fellow Archluc told Winnie they felt it too. They were all made aware of some special Cheza event, but Winnie wasn't the only one to think the uneasiness wasn't due to them. The Cheza seemed to be a peaceful race: a bit bigoted, but peaceful. That didn't stop Winnie from carefully eyeing the few Cheza that were about. Along with almost everyone else, of course.<br/><br/>Predowyn and her small battalion was currently stationed outside the castle waiting to escort some diplomat to the city gardens. Predowyn thought his belief in the Cheza religion was nothing but a farce. She thought his belief was shallow and for show. Regardless, she had a job to do, so when the diplomat exited the large castle doors, Winnie stood in formation with the rest of her brothers. Their armor all gleamed in the sunlight a warm golden brown, adorned with the red lion of their guild. A guild Predowyn was proud to be apart of.<br/><br/>In the city gardens, the Archluc seemed to tower over most. While Predowyn was considered short for an Archluc, she was easily a head taller than most there. The diplomat exchanged pleasantries with a few other nonchezian followers as the Archluc stood in nearby tactical positions. Predowyn kept her pale eyes peeled and her hands on her sword. There were a few times her grip tightened, but signals from her nearby brothers kept her somewhat defused.<br/><br/>That is, until a certain Cheza caught her eye. One glimpse brought her back to a wedding she had helped plan for a very dear friend of hers. Against better judgement, Predowyn supported the wedding between a Cheza and an Archluc, but certain events left a noticeable tension at the end of the day. With the memories fresh in her mind, Predowyn's wings twitched in a state of irritation. She needed to get ahold of herself. Predowyn couldnt let her personal feelings interfere with her work.<br/><br/>Long blonde hair had been braided back, but the wind had loosened several pesky locks. More than once a few caught Predowyn fighting to keep it out of her face. However, she was only left with a flustered look as she eventually gave up in favor for listening to the conversations being had around her.