"How scandalous!" Miranda protested as Maribelle let her go, straightening her tunic and hopping out of the back of the cart along with her. She almost envied the shamelessness with which the dancer acted, unbound by the hammered-in courtly niceties and the overarching ideals of what a lady ought to be. Mind, not that Miranda believed any of those things either, but constant exposure had led her to make at least some attempt at being a proper young girl. Still, Maribelle was beautiful and she knew it. Miranda managed to clear her blush and cross her arms, emboldened by her companion's lack of embarassment.<br/><br/>"Yeah well, of<em>course</em>there are Alaquant soldiers around. This is their country, remember?" She replied to the white haired girl, "Why do you think we're travelling with a merchant?"