Trobairitz (Mag)
The excitement of meeting up with those in New Troy was tainted heavily by the loss of the place Evey'd begun to think of as home. There were myriad troubling things in die Festung, things she'd hoped to help change, but now that they were leaving, she felt a keen loss from it.
She put herself to use where she could, but the move had been relatively well organized. She could say that about Belia and her leadership, whatever other motivations she suspected of the woman. She caught sight of Carlos in the mill of people on the road, but as she sifted through the faces, there were some that were missing. She tried not to give up hope for those, but her rational mind prevented the comfort of that.
Ahead, a familiar, graceful figure slid in and out of view. Evey'd been meaning to catch up with Mag, but didn't think it'd be quite so literal. With a few hustled moments, she wended her way through the press of humanity until she made it to the side of the woman she'd come to think of as her neighbor... and her friend.
"How goes, Mag?" she asked, giving her a quiet smile.