Glade 3, 120
With her head lifted, she walked. Or, well, it wasn't lifted that high. The architecture around her was absolutely fascinating. For one, it held features that seemed to accommodate the winged biology of the residents of the city. Platforms that loomed over even her head were scattered about the streets. But it was the houses that drew her attention. The roofs sloped and dipped, arched and twisted in ways that reminded her of boats, but upturned. Something bubbled within her at the different everything radiated. Though, she was a little displeased to note that not all places would be able to accommodate her larger stature. The tallest person she'd seen not of her own kind was still a foot shorter than she.
The thought almost brought a scowl to her face. Almost. But the trouble with being as tall as she was not just that doorways might not fit her, even if she stooped low, but was that she had to wary of the things around her. It was something that was forced to deeper depths of her mind, mostly forgotten as she pulled her horse along. Daisy clip-clopped behind her obligingly, as if she had nothing better to do than follow the nine-foot tall Jastai around on her journey. And if Minea had anything to say to that, it was that the horse had kept up quite well.
Wide eyes slid from one building to the next, peering into the establishments and down at stalls as people conducted business or visited friends. It was nothing short of interesting, to say the least. Several people turned their heads to face the reason the sun may have been temporarily obscured, only to see her. The woman clad in a slim number of articles of clothing and a cloak wrapped around her waist because she couldn't be bothered putting it in one of the saddlebags. The breeze kissed his cheeks and she grinned, feeling a bit more at home.
Home. Right. She let her eyes scan for what might have looked like the building she needed. The Office of Registry had been her immediate destination. She'd been fortunate in that the person she'd stopped had spoken Common well enough for her to get directions to the Commons. That was what they'd called this place, apparently. She glanced down, dodged people as she walked. The whole point of being here was to figure out the legality of her presence within the city. So she could, at the very least, get something to eat and have a place to stay that wasn't under a tent. (She loved the tent. She really did. But she would have loved to stay somewhere that someone might tell a story to pass the time a lot more). Brows furrowed, she glanced up at one of the higher buildings, not sure if she was supposed to be looking for a specific signage.
The Jastai, however, should have been looking down again. Her slow trot was not a leisure ambling, as if she were more on a tourist's walk. But it was still not slow enough to avoid the faint bump of a collision that could have been much worse if she was moving any faster.
"Oops!" She dropped Daisy's reigns, hands flying to cover her lips. "Didn' see you there." Her grin was nothing shy of sheepish as she stared down at the person.
