Pulled forward, the tug by Ingram does as it is intended, speeds her step. Though it is not really the tug that speeds them fully, if it were simply Ingram then she would have felt just as happy laying down and forcing him to drag her. However the pressing throng of people, the showers of petals that threaten to blind her, and the roar of the crowd did more to hurry her steps then anything.<br/><br/>Color rises to her cheeks, splotches of reds ride along her cheekbones at the ado that was given. Briefly she pondered if the people were truly this excited over Borghast or if they simply were play acting, playing a role desperately to win approval.