Seeing Sibylla flop out of her pouch and face plant in the dirt, Timea leaned forward to see if she was hurt, cocking her avian head upon seeing this wasn't the case. Blowing a soft sigh through her nostrils, Timea turned back to her default form, and walking around the spot where she had landed without lifting her feet much to rub out the giant bird footprints the landing had made.
"You're certainly right on that", Timea responded to Sibylla, beginning to walk towards the city gates, noting Jack was allowed to pass without a hassle, despite her assumptions that bikes - and indeed, motorised traffic in general wasn't a thing in the area - which then made her wonder how the guardsman would react to Sibylla.
Having noted Sibylla was, to some degree, capable of finding her way around, Timea didn't offer to guide her along, although did walk slower then she normally would.
"I couldn't say if what you're describing is one, but flying vehicles in my world are called 'planes'. Terrible contraptions, really", she commented to Heno, not being bothered by him telling the flight had been lack-lustre.
Arriving at the city gates still well before those riding the cart, Timea looked into the square beyond, first glancing at the ground to see if it was dirt, tiled, paved, or a combination of. She then looked at the people going about their business, her eye drawn to the robed figures, assuming they were foreigners, possibly from far up north, with how they had drastically less pigmentation then the rest.
She would look to how the people were dressed, body language used when they talked, and facial expressions used, down to the most subtle changes that one wouldn't even be aware they had.
