Knight watched her bolt away, still kneeling on one knee with a smile. Still a frantic young woman, as he could tell - like many people in this world. Just as he thought to stand, he noticed an obstruent item near his feet. He leaned over and grabbed it, only to have it flop open. A wallet? Great. This was just fantastic. He had somewhere to be, and now he had someone's possessions on hand. He found a guilt wriggling inside, but he knew she would be okay without it, even if she had an evening of panic set in. The seminar was only a short time away, and he wouldn't have time to return it before, so he would have to wait for after.<br/>He folded the material back together and tucked it in his back pocket, turning his wrist to catch the time as he made his way to campus.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>The Dalca's had set up camp. Things were finally in order as their horses grazed along the backside. Their eldest sister Cossette, with her incredibly intuitive sense, on top of what came with her spike from producing life, she could smell and feel the consistency of the grass. Being so close to a city like this, it was likely the grass would be swarming with pesticides and herbal advances. But they seemed to be just outside the limit for that to happen.<br/>The young girl staring at the glittering distance was interrupted by her grandfather's hand on her shoulder.<br/>"Dear child, what troubles you?" he said with his brooding voice.<br/>"Nothing Grandfather." She muttered unconvincingly, "Places like this just... make me more uncomfortable that others."<br/>"You must give it a chance. We never know what we'll find."<br/>She nodded as he turned to attend to the rowdy little one's of their family. Taming them was like catching wild mice.<br/>With a brisk whistle, he valiant friend she rode in lifted his head with ears perked. She turned her head to look at him as he nickered and went back to eating.<br/>"Get over here." she tried to scold - but she couldn't hold back her chuckle. She knew he did it on purpose, pretending to not listen, or understand.<br/>They certainly shared a bond that could not be explained. He had saved her, and she had saved him with them knowing each other since he was just a foal. She raised and nurtured him when he was alone, and for that, he had never left her side.<br/>He pranced to her, hopping back and forth to make things difficult. When she turned and crossed her arms, he knew times for playing were over. Shaking his head, his let out another nicker before standing beside her.<br/>"Thank you." She grinned.<br/>Normally she would be running beside him to heave herself up on his withers. But with this pestilent plants below her, no telling what kind of reaction she would suffer. She even feared for Ezra so much, she kept to the road.<br/>Upon entering the entrance of the city, she dismounted, the jingles of the chains around her skirt ringing quietly. Her nimble hand glided across Ezra's side, commanding him to stay put. From what she could tell - despite what she already knew - this wasn't a place for a horse. Eventually her cares would flutter as easily as the pigeons in the park, but without even acquainting herself yet, she figured it best to avoid as much attention as possible. Though, it would still be impossible with her lather of colour and "unique" garb.<br/>She wandered a ways, her bare feet  sounding mildly against the concrete. Her soles had become tough and unphased by what may cross beneath them. She never wore shoes after all. They made her uncomfortable.<br/>Passing a large building, she looked up, her head falling all the way back, ignoring the same stares that fell to her. Just as she squinted her eyes from the reflection that followed all the way up, a bright array of colours caught her eyes. The posted plastered to this wide pole initially captured her stair, but it was the bright green seminar displayed that caught her attention. It sounded intriguing and with nothing else to take her time, she sought out the time on her way to attend.