After he was helped to disembark, Aurora moved forwards to take the hand of the man, carefully stepping out before she would smooth her own attire. The pastel blue dress she wore was floor length but not particularly remarkable, simple cut with a square neckline. Everything back home was hand made, and it was something she had made herself during her lessons. Whilst it wasn’t the flashy kind of attire a princess would probably normally wear, it was comfortable, certainly for travelling. The bottom of the dress though was darker, the dust of the dirty ground having embedded itself into the fabric and despite her washing it regularly during the trip, it seemed to have become permanent.
The first thing she would note, other than the spreading darkness and large vehicle ahead of them, balanced on metal tracks, was the cold. It was so much colder here than back home, and her dress was not providing enough resistance to it. Turning back to her carriage she reached in, grabbing the blanket once more and pulling it out to swing around her shoulders, whilst the driver now set about offloading the large leather trunks that contained the rest of their stuff. They had packed enough for a few weeks, mainly to cover their travelling but also for in the city as they had no idea how long they would be staying. All the items were gradually moved, one by one, into one of the large open containers on the track, furthest from the roaring beast at the front. Behind them, her mother was being moved too, into a slightly different carriage up ahead, by 4 of the hunters as she was currently unconscious within the bed. Her doctors rushed behind, carefully checking her every few seconds for her breathing, heart rate, and temperature. It had been several months since her mother had been awake, and they had exhausted all medical knowledge of the clans elders weeks ago. This was the last resort….
Following quietly, Aurora moved after her father as he spoke with a man dressed in a dark, well