The sound of a cart rolling into the village woke Larea from her midday reverie, and she lazily (and somewhat unwillingly) sat up from her makeshift bed to see what the commotion was about. Wiping the sleepiness from her eyes, she stood up and stretched herself out, devoting ample time to enjoying the feeling of the grass on her bare feet as she made her way down the hill.. after nearly tripping once in her half-awake state, that is.<br/><br/>She retrieved her sandals, and afterward slowly walked through the sparsely populated streets of Veloen in an attempt to find the recent cart, more out of sheer curiosity if nothing else. There were sights aplenty on the road, however, and she found herself being sidetracked often by passing fishermen, or the enticing smell of freshly cooked bread, among many other things.<br/>By the time she finally made it to the village entrance, the cart had already rode off, and only a confused-looking purple-haired knight stood in it's place. Larea stopped her approach, keeping a moderate distance between herself and the knight, and stared at her curiously, perhaps for longer than would be considered polite, leaning forward slightly to try and get a better look.