Lhurriel laughed in delight as the soldiers partook in exhibitions of magicycle skill, wishing that she had her own 'cycle so that she could join them. Despite her superiors' dismay at her avid interest in the advanced vehicular technology, Lhurriel had trained whenever she could in order to understand the objects more, how they worked and what affected their performance. When on leave, she often spent hours deep in concentration over a prototype of a new model, finding ways to streamline performance and maximize speed, or cut down waste energy, or even test out crystals of a different composition. Her fellow colleagues complained that she was too studious, too fascinated with the machines that served as mode of transportation; the other engineers and workers in the magicycle trade appreciated her interest and fed her knowledge, giving her special crystals or a look at new models as a reward for her avid curiosity and constant help.<br/><br/>She grinned at the memory of hours spent hunched over hunks of the unique metal compound used to construct magicycles, until her eyes were watering at the precise movements and designs of the custom orders. The exasperation of mages better than she only made Lhurriel want to hone her skill at crystal-cutting and magicycle-building; she was good at it, and she loved the work, almost as much as she loved her magical element. Just as she could practicing the arts of magic for hours without stopping, Lhurriel could similarly work on the crystals and magicycles for hours on end, her concentration and focus as equally intense for both tasks.<br/><br/>"Sir. The Lord's Estate is ahead."<br/><br/>The mage blinked away nostalgic memories as Kaeden coasted to a stop in front of the wrought-iron gates that surrounded the estate. Low brick walls surrounded the private areas around the main house, but the land around it was well-maintained, the loping hills safe for the Corsair's daily horseback ride around his estate. He surveyed his tenants often, the very epitome of a successful businessman as well as a popular and well-liked landowner.<br/><br/>The gates opened as the group approached, their magicycles purring efficiently as everyone coasted to a stop. Standing easily in the middle of the road stood Corsair, his deceptively easy smile gracing his face. Before Kaeden's vehicle had even coasted to a stop, Lhurriel had leapt off with graceful ease and ran the few remaining yards into the Lord of Eversleigh's arms. With a wide smile, he caught her up in a tight hug - they hadn't seen each other for months - then put her down, amusement evident in his hazy green eyes.<em>As spontaneous and free as ever</em>, he couldn't help thinking affectionately as he tugged his smile back to normalcy and faced the troop of guards who'd dismounted from their 'cycles.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the Eversleigh Estate - I am honored to house such respected guests in my home. Please follow me - the shed we store our magicycles in is right around the side of the main wing." The tall nobleman bowed deeply, then swept a white-gloved hand towards the right of the huge mansion, where a shed was cloaked in the shadows of twilight.