Jared rode in the fancy carriage looking around he was an orphan so this was exiting as he never had fancy things but now he would Grisha were basically aristocrats.
Aleksandra tried not to touch anything, her wide eyes taking in everything she could see. As a child she’d been taught that she was dirty, and whatever she’d touch would fall away.
She smoothed down her rainbow colored hair and sighed. She bit her lips and picked at her nails. She was the daughter of a noble. She glanced up at Everyone.
Jared pulled on the leather gloves he wore making sure his hands were fully covered and scooter even closer to the carriage wall trying to avoid all human and skin to skin contact
Aleksandra chews her lip, a bit uncomfortable. She was used to her small town, where everyone knew everyone, and therefore always had something to talk about. She glances out of the windows, recalling the maps of the tattered books she’d used to study.
The grisha takes Alice's hand and a surge of energy goes through her " do something summon water or wind darkness even we will give you a flint if you want to try fire"
Aleksandra offers the new girl a small smile. When she looks around, her smile falters, realizing the other girls at least, must be at least one year older than her.
Feeling as though she had no other choice, Alice was soon inside the coach. She frowned and closed her eyes. She barely noticed the smile she received.