The day was just an ordinary one, more or less. The birds were singing and the sun was shining, though the summer heat remained comfortable rather than scorching. All in all, it was quite a pleasant day and with the recent war against the insurrectionists done and the worst of those complications out of the way, all Priya Phoenal had to worry about was getting home and back to work. Looking through her extravagant carriage's windows though, she could see her face reflected back and it was clear that she wasn't particularly excited.