Yorda let out a laugh, happy and innocent, at being acknowledged. It was a delight every time she was, and it was a lovely reminded that she was still alive and free, and able to form relationships with others. She fell into step besides Auron, smiling happily at the older man and watching him, curiosity shining in her eyes.

"Auron," she repeated, as though tasting the strangeness of the name. She decided she liked it, however, and looked at him curiously, gracefully stepping through the crowd in oder to remain by his side. He was dressed in bright colors, which was still something Yorda wasn't used to - until the boy had come to the castle, the only colors in the world to the princess had been black, brown and gray - not to mention the white of her own skin and dress.