Kisara's mouth quirked a bit at Talion's joke. "Obviously," she said, trying her best to imitate mother's lofty, superior tone. "When we wed innocent maidens to terrestrial gods, we make sure the birds are properly dressed before releasing them. Unclad seagulls? Gauche."<br/><br/>He was . . . different than she'd expected. She understood now that he'd largely been invested in keep her and Mouse from killing each other in the Shadowland, and he'd done a fine job at it. It was very clear the other woman was still fairly sure Kisara was moments away from turning them all in to the Immaculates and possibly killing and eating a baby for good measure. Ah, well.<br/><br/>The procession was slow, with people throwing rose petals over the entire thing. A priestess - the Lady Pearl, she assumed - was chanting in a clear voice from the front of the line that wound its way through Hacre. She'd be happy when this was done, whichever way it ended up. This whole thing felt like the calm before the storm. And she still felt like she was missing something, some key that would put the pieces of their different paths to that Shadowland together, and show her the whole picture.<br/><br/>She sighed, walking ahead at the prescribed slow pace, and glanced at Talion from the corner of her eyes. "I suppose we should do our best to keep you from stripping any other officials before we leave town. Wouldn't want it to become a habit."