The young Kahar is mounted on horse looking about the busy bazaar. A highmount riding almost at a restless pace, a noblewoman upon the mare's back. White gold tresses are the only visible feature out from under the rustic amber cloak. As it nears the square, the woman pulls hard on the reigns, Celeste face is visible for a moment as it casts a withering glance to the market. The mare canters to the side, as she dances the reigns, either looking for someone or perhaps pausing on her brisk run. Nodding that of a woman trapped in circumstance, "Yes, if you like."