Rozalia snapped out of her daze and she looked around for anyone new, she had kept behind everyone so she could easily see everyone. She saw a new person walking to the back, she eyed the person, not hiding she was looking at her, not that she ever did anyway. She stared at the figure, she was short, like her, she had brown hair and brown eye, as she took a closer look she was rather surprised to see they had a slight orange tint to them. She noticed this girl didn't show too much concern about leaving her home, where she was raised. But then again, Rozalia didn't know the girl's story so she couldn't just decide that this girl didn't like her family or something.  Rozalia watched the girl as they waited for the guards to tell them to move forward.<br/><br/>Rozalia saw the guards telling them to get ready to move, they were heading towards the center of the large town. She picked up her small bag and began to move, her eyes once more wandering around the group. She knew she would soon see her parents, she dreaded this, she didn't want to see them, not for this reason. She bit back her dread and marched on like the rest of the group, silently. There were the small groups, crowding with people you knew were a human instinct, but Rozalia didn't want to get too attached to anyone, she knew this trip could be life or death. They were going after theifs that were able to get past all of the guards and defense systems, this was not going to be a piece of cake.