As Sloth rode through the forest, she leaned back slightly, letting her stallion just follow Delilah's. Delilah liked leading, and as far as Sloth was concerned, she didn't mind. Actually, she quite liked it. The stallion kept up well, making Sloth feel a non existant breeze, and she gave a gentle hum as the wind gently teased her hair. It was spring, so the forest had signs of fire everywhere, but Sloth was fine with that. It gave it a nice touch, the trees having their bare branches twisting toward the sky, almost like they were trying to drown out the light. Sloth liked darkness, liked night. Night was comfortable. Night was cool, the time when people slept. When dawn came was when people arose. If Sloth had it her way, the kingdom would be in eternal darkness.
She closed her eyes as Vega spoke, finally letting out a compliant grunt, though with a hint of reluctance. She didn't want to use the energy to change, changing in the morning was already tiring enough. Luckily, Eureyla had seen this coming, and with the fleetfooted mare, trotted up to Sloth, placing a brown travelers cloak with a hood upon the green haired girl, swiftly tying the knot at the collar. Eureyla didn't know how many people had green hair in the kingdom, but natural green hair was always a little unusual. Sloth tugged at the knot moodily, but did nothing more. Eureyla gave a mental sigh of relief. She put on herself a grey one, with a few mended patches. It was a little spoilt, but the patches were mended well. Eureyla often used this cloak when getting supplies. Most important thing was, it covered the sin's wings, and it covered the fallen's own, as well. The angel's hair gently shimmered, before settling on a commonly seen black instead of it's usual boring grey. Though grey caught quite little attention, when someone actually took a close look, it was quite uncommon and queer as the fallen looked to be in her 20s. She nimbly tied her own knot, as both girls saw the kingdom come into view.