The beast beneath her was the only comfort she now had as the forest behind her began to dwindle, the dirt road she'd been following beginning to flatten out with neater edges and sides- The sign of a different kind of civilization than she was used to. The brown mare beneath her gave a whinny with a nod of her head, and in return, Aerilaya, otherwise known as Aeria, gently rubbed the horse's neck, murmuring a few words of comfort though not quite sure who exactly they were meant for between herself and the animal. With each trotting step that the mare took, a responding though quiet<span style="font-style: italic">clink</span>would sound due to the various adornments Aeria and the mare wore such as the buckles of her cloak that was wrapped around her shoulders, shifting with each step, or the rings of thin bracelets that were around her wrists.<br/><br/>Aeria made sure to sit straight on the saddle when approaching the large city, quite easily able to see the castle- her destination- from there. She wasn't any grand woman as far as she was concerned, despite others claiming the opposite. Standing to 5'2", her form was small if not lithe, but without lack of feminine curves- Of which she most definitely possessed, proportioned rather nicely in fact. Long blonde hair fell in elegant, loose waves down to the middle of her back, cut in a wide 'V' shape, the waves easily framing her face. With skin the color of untouched porcelain, giving a fragile appearance, her eyes were the color of the finest tree's leaves, a deep yet not dark color of green with lighter flecks sprinkled about around her pupils. Overall, she made a more than beautiful appearance, and those at her home land surely knew better than to misuse this, specifically to avoid any anger from her father, who just so happened to be the king of the Northern Woods, otherwise named Seldanna.<br/><br/>Glancing back towards the edges of the forest that she'd left behind, she took a deep breath. This was necessary to save her people, to save her home. She could easily recall the image of a large tree weeping, oozing black puss from the cracks of its barks, the leaves curled and withered. A shiver ran down her spine. Directing the mare beneath her through the streets wasn't hard, rather the hard part was withstanding the onlooking gazes, some of curiosity, some of distrust, and a few even containing hatred. Despite this she stood tall with the hood of her cloak over her head, covering at least down to her eyes. Beneath the brown cloak she wore was a dress of a rich shade of green, the edges embroidered with gold designs of leaves and nature, the sleeves detached starting at the shoulder- Leaving both revealed- And leaving a couple inches or so before the sleeves went down in a widening fashion to her hands.<br/><br/>Soon enough she had arrived before the castle, and with a small tug of the reins stopped the mare.