Axela felt horrible about having a steed with her. So she walked in front of him allowing the horse to trail behind.  Why should she be able to let another do the work of walking while everyone else did not get that luxury? â€œFeel free to ride, he is comfortable around.â€ She paused, what was the proper name? â€œDifference.â€ She settled on that word for it seemed to encompass them all. Tail flicking side to side she examined the dynamics of the group. There was a pair who seemed to be mateâ€™s two hooded figures that were possibly connected in some way. But who was she? She did not know one of them. She knew Mordan but that was it. She was very alone here; she knew that everyone would be competing for his attention. Might as well get in some words while he was unoccupied. So she walked up beside him as they reached the plot of land he had chosen for camp. â€œYou have spoke to me very little since I arrived.â€ Feeling her brow furrow she watched him. She had very minimal information about the situation but she knew enough to be cautious. Running her fingers through her auburn hair she felt a ripple go through her body, red turned to blond. Her tail seemed to absorb back into her body. Horns disappeared and green skin turned golden. She grew a few inches taller so she could look Mordan in the eye. Her appearance was now that of a human. She had not adjusted her facial structure but perhaps this appearance would comfort people more. â€œSo tell me, did you bring any of your maps?â€