<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/8b/8c/f28b8c9261e0229bef3dca5c91a9b16a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thaialie Featherwind<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong><em>whozza good turtle? You are! Yesshuare!</em><br/><br/>Thaialie, for obvious reasons was not within the coach, but instead trotting alongside it. The ambling pace of Betsy made it easy enough, and through the power of<em>Prestidigitation</em>, she was able to keep at least the humanoid half of her body at a comfortable temperature. The horse quarters though... well, she wasn't<em>quite</em>willing to lift her caparison away and shine her hindquarters to the world, just yet. But it was tempting, as the humidity and heat started an itch beneath her saddlebags.<br/><br/><strong>"You're very fancy,"</strong>she complimented Excellence when the tiefling finished redressing, giving the woman a smile through the window.<strong>"Living up to the name; just careful the air doesn't make the lace go limp."</strong>As the carriage slowed to a stop, Thaialie sighed and stretched a bit, extending each hoof out, one at a time, working the angle, then doffed her own hat.<strong>"I guess I should make myself presentable as well?"</strong>For the wizard, making herself presentable simply seemed to mean dusting off that hat, making sure her hair wasn't tangled, and then checking her nails;<em>immaculate</em>.<br/><br/>A quick check in her saddlebags produced a stalk of something green; celery, or perhaps a leek, Thaialie had been foraging and she always seemed to have a greengrocer stowed away in those sacks. She offered the vegetable out to Betsy, and turned her eyes to Kauna. The creature, sorry, the<em>person</em>had fascinated her for the entire trip, and she had pressed him for stories as a way to keep both of them entertained during the travel.<strong> "Will you be staying a while in Drellin's Ferry, or carrying past?"</strong>She inquired, careful to not let Betsy's powerful beak catch any of her fingers when she gave the creature's nose a rub.<br/><br/><strong>"Meee-eead!"</strong>She called in a soft singsong, "You're not going to nap in that carriage all afternoon, I hope!"