<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Cc76079b1720ae77a8a0df7dd6d15cb5.jpg)</div>Elaurial "Auri" Evermeade (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kq9VTh2lfRShKN_rGEUcWAxHYhjcuPCX4F8G1FjAdKI/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><br/>Auri spent some of the trip relaxing in the carriage—sometimes singing, sometimes studying, sometimes chatting, others just taking her ease.  From time to time she got excited about the view and would scramble out the window and pull herself up atop the carriage, crouching and watching all around with the wind through her fiery red hair.<br/><br/>“Oh, are we almost there?” she asked rising from a doze with a back-arching stretch.  “Excellent.  I'll get ready.”<br/><br/>She took her wand  down a little ways from the group and performed a dancing ritual, tracing defensive wards in the air around her by trailing sparkles of magic from her fingers.<br/><br/>When she was finished with the ward—a simple armor spell, but one she'd had to work harder on because she hadn't prepared it that morning—Auri cleaned herself up with a cantrip and danced up to the teifling.  “Excellence, may I borrow your hairbrush for a bit?”<br/><br/>When she was ready, Auri hopped up next to the tortle.  “May I ride with you for a bit?”