Kerith mounts a mighty black destrier with practiced ease and sidesteps to the carriage. He leans down slightly so his lady needn’t rise and kisses her, her gloved hand lingering on his leg as he rides away to take position before the carriage. Aren notes his shield is hung from the horn of the saddle, partly covering his left leg and probably very easy to draw with his left hand. Interestingly, Kerith wears his sword on right, with a matching dagger in a left-hand draw at the back of his belt. His surcoat shows the red hawk of House Harkess and he wears a thick gold chain with Pholtus’s symbol of a crescent Celene partially eclipsing Luna depending from it.<br/><br/>The ride through town is as proper a parade as one can have in the pre-dawn twilight. Four lancers ride in front of Kerith and Aren as the carriage follows. Then another two horsemen, the footmen side by side in two files of each livery and the last of the horsemen, two by two, to the rear. Several more of the garrison’s footmen and the town watch (in their red and gold, with their charcoal night cloaks against the cold) line the streets to keep it clear. The townsfolk are subdued at this hour but cheer nonetheless from the streets and upper windows, some throwing their seeds saved for the Growfest parade a bit early. None seem to hold any particular animus toward their lord.<br/><br/>As Aren and Kerith ride through the town receiving the cheers of the early roused folk, Kerith asks while keeping his smile and continuing to wave, “Just keep smiling like we’re exchanging old war stories or soldier’s jokes. Now what, exactly, are your intentions toward my sister?”<br/><br/>Should she wish, Dora figures she would have no trouble pacing the parade on the rooftops, nor arriving at the castle soon before them if she chooses to go directly from the docks to the castle.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">All but the four horsemen trailing the footmen are covered by your aura. The footmen and town watch before the crowd also pass into and out of your aura as you march. No one spots any trouble.</div></div>