Marcia, not being able to fly, follows Anilla to the stables...although when they pass through the gates, she makes a point of smiling fondly at the guards. And dropping a wink at the one of the right side of the gate, the side that happens to be closer to her.<br/><br/>Her head on a swivel as they walk through the streets, her cheeks start to flush as she takes in the scene in the town, the scantily-clad bodies finding her eyes lingering on them...and also, a few of the more...<em>kinky</em>appearing establishments. Especially the bondage ones...<br/><br/>Shaking off her thoughs, she realises that Anilla is heading into the inn, having stabled her horse, and she follows her new companion inside quietly.