Maglae

If a child wondered where the blue and black clown, the one that normally is out and about on the streets to entertain them with tumbles and acrobatics, they would be surprised to see her in the plainest of garb, her hair down, leading a roan draft horse with saddle and her meager belongings down the street. She notices Timon, her aqua eyes looking complacent and peaceful.

Maglae ties her steed next to the knight's; not bothering to look impressed or awed by Timon's countenance. Just that same, far off smile on her face. Her staff clicks against cobblestones before she finally speaks.

"Ah... this is the Willow store, correct? I didn't know others were coming."