May 19, Iris Kingdom, Laisser.
Noon, the weather was clear and hot.
Alice de Hacourt was not dressed in her usual provocative attire for her journalism work, but had instead donned a dress as demure as a princess's, sitting in the carriage.
The dark green dress was embroidered with holy verses in Elvish Language with gold thread, and the hem was trimmed with white lace. She wore white stockings crafted with elven skill, making her look like an oversized doll... appearing demure and quiet, several years younger than usual.
She leaned against the carriage window, squinting her eyes, appearing serene and beautiful.
Suddenly, the carriage halted, the jolt waking her up.
"We've arrived, miss."
The driver said.
Alice got off the carriage. The bright sunlight of early summer was dazzling, making her a bit dizzy.
At noon, people walked through the streets and alleys, street performers sang opera arias with great gusto. Children circled around her, their eyes glimmering like stars.
