"Princess, your dress," Gina said, panicking at the sight of the mud on the bottom of Amelia's dress. She wasn't made aware they would be going through the mud to get to someplace that was on fire or she would have picked a totally different dress. One she would toss out after this trip.
Amelia looked down at her dress and her shoes which were the worst. The road to reach the other village was wet and with the mud being soft, they could not use the carriage to get there and since no one offered to fly, Amelia was walking behind Alastor.
Nothing would stop her from seeing what was wrong with the village. Not even the cold water filling her shoes when she pressed in the mud with each step would make her turn back.
