<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>Mirevia decided not to press the conversation with her husband after she dismissed Omar. There would be time on the journey to Theiri, and he needed some time to mend his thoughts and temper.<br/><br/>They were finally ready to go, and the convoy of carriages, carts, and horses were assembling in the courtyard. In addition to their compliment of Bloody Ravens, they would be taking a handful of their best and most trusted servants to help with the labor their and to attend to them in the foreign land. She felt far safer, as well as for her children, if they had familiar faces in their company, rather than Theiri servants. It would be extra eyes to watch idle hands near food, when an assassination could be performed so easily.<br/><br/>She ordered a pair of handmaidens to accompany Henrik and Lenally in the royal coach. Omar, herself, and her husband would ride ahead of it on horseback. It sounded like Lenally’s temper was already rising, but she quickly fell silent as she approached. As she passed, she raised an eyebrow curtly at her daughter; if it came to it, she would stop the entire convoy for the sake of tanning her hide, and a rough ride in a carriage on a sore bottom was not something to look forward to.<br/><br/>A stable hand came forward with her horse, a pure white stallion with a black mane. Mirevia rode side saddle, one long leg crossed elegantly over the other like a proper lady. She took the reigns in her hand. The stallion fidgeted, but she clicked her tongue and combed its silky mane with her fingers, coaxing it to stand still while they waited for her husband.<br/>