Out and about, there's a rare sight today: Princess Nuala in person and outside of the Guild Hall, riding (side-saddle, as is her habit) along-side Sir Hellsing (who has presumably never ridden side-saddle in her life). The matriarchs of the Guild are celebrating the acquisition of the Princess's own horse as is most suitable - by taking them out for a bit of exercise - and the sound of hoofbeats is a good deal of warning before the two of them come into Allen's line of sight.

"-though I can hardly yet know whether it speaks to her or to the fae of her world, or perhaps to both," Nuala is saying, though she trails off at the sight of those crows toward the end of the street. They're flying away, at least, but she frowns as she recognizes them from the broadcast Hellboy sent through the Guild channel, her expression not quite clearing as her gaze falls on Allen.

[ ooc | tag-teaming you with integra! hold for part two. ]