She shook the thoughts and memories from her mind as she picked up a note her father left with the outfit. 'Relina, I had this tailored in the event there was a battle. You should be able to move easily, though it should still make your mother happy.' She set the note to the side as she got dressed, her leather boots back in place as she put on white tights. The skirting of the odd dress hung loose, the hem uneven in places, though it appeared deliberate. A dark leather under bust corset was fitted over the dress, keeping it out of the way around her waist as she set her belt into place, a loop on the corset holding the belt. The two, thin bladed, silver swords were attached to the belt, a brown leather shoulder strap holding the throwing knives she had. The sleeves of that white dress were loose, and made it easy to move, the fabric almost flowing as she moved. The belled sleeves fell over her hands, though still allowed her freedom of movement. She hurried out the door, smiling as she brought the wide hood over her head. It wasn't long before she was back to where her mother was, but she seemed preoccupied with someone who was standing by a horse.<br/><br/>"Daniel Harrod, by the Gods is that you?" Her mother seemed to exclaim as she walked towards him, the young woman seemed to linger back slightly, watching for a moment.