<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>The travel pace was casual, though Mirevia wouldn’t have minded something a little more brisk. As an Aserit Queen, not channeling a horse’s might to its true speed seemed to be an insult to it. But she was traveling with her children, and the proper precautions must be taken; she would never forgive herself if something were to happen of her own carelessness.<br/><br/>Most of the first day was spent in silence. They traveled the road outside of the kingdom, which slowly winded its way into the wilderness, becoming more of a trail than a road. Few kingdoms that weren’t subjugated to their rule had a road leading directly to it; that would be paved later, once their military had fully acquired the land and its people. Her horse had no trouble with it. The entire way, she was able to maintain her place at her husband’s side, ahead of the carriage that held her children.<br/><br/>As the late afternoon fell, she donned her cloak (http://artemisia.com/store/images/Lav-SilGal.jpg). Polished metal and fishnet weave did little keep the sun’s setting chill from raising goosebumps on her skin. It was a long, ornamental garment, but not so long that it grazed the dirt and soiled the hem. The cloak was made from the same silk of her cape, though thicker and insulated with a layer of down.<br/><br/>“What think you of Lenally’s attitude today, my love?” she asked Archi, sidling her horse closer to his. “I fear that her rebellious nature may cause a stir if she has an outburst in front of the Theiri court, though so far she has restrained herself.”<br/><br/>