Damita took a deep breath, looking down at the dress with lament; it fit alright, except for being a little tight, though it still didn’t have the appeal that her brightly colored dresses had. Although, this was soft and would probably last twice as long as any of her other dresses, she figured. Hearing the distinct sound of horse’s hooves outside the tent, Damita let her arms cross over her breasts as she turned, a small smile given in Toho’s direction.<br/><br/>She had caught the way his eyes had roved over her form, making her chest swell with pride; perhaps she was not originally of the Jaega tribe, but he still found her desirable – Well, so she hoped. Watching as he sought to fill the waterskins, Damita idly wandered over to the entrance of the tent, giving a delighted sound as her gaze found the two horses. They were lovely creatures, far more beautiful than any that she’d seen back in Spain.<br/><br/>Waiting until Toho had brushed past her, Damita exited the tent as well, nervous about the others that would surely be up and about by now. Helped up onto her horse, Damita took hold of the crude reins, casting a curious glance in Toho’s direction as she waited for him to lead; she could ride better than most females in Spain, having taken lessons as a small child – Though it didn’t help her any when she didn’t know where to go.<br/>