That... should not have happened.
Kierra was acutely aware of the angry glares, the confused passersby looking in their direction. Her attempts at diplomacy had backfired, and now she was the exact opposite of what she needed to be - their new companion hidden, she was the center of attention. She pulled her hood up farther, hoping to obscure her face, and hurried along the street, channeling as she did so. Around them, people gradually began to calm down - at least, as far as their attentions towards Kiki's group went. Of course the Lady and her friends weren't at fault - look, they were covered in dirt too; she must be horribly embarrassed if she's hurrying along like that. Leave the Lady alone, now, and look after your own business.
As they made their way past the chaotic scene, Kiki channeled again. She cringed at her superfluous use of the Leyht - for all she felt like it was a part of her, she didn't want to become dependent upon it - but they couldn't show up at the palace covered in dirt. It had to come off, and thus she had to channel.
The palace loomed before them like a blocky maze: from this vantage, it looked to be made of more terraces, courtyards, and verandas than actual walls. It was understandable in a way; Tolveran architecture was designed to allow for ventilation to mitigate the heat, but Kiki couldn't help but wonder what these people did in the event of a storm blowing through. Ah well. If one came through now, at least it would be a relief from this infernal heat.
But there were more important things to worry about than rainstorms to be dealt with today. Kiki had to remember that. And so she led the way up to the gate, pulling her hood back from her face a little.
"I am Lady Kierra Vhaskar," she told the guards there. "I have come to speak with His Highness about the Incident."
Not long afterwards, she found herself sitting in what appeared to be a reception room of moderate size and wealth, probably used more often for greeting merchants than the daughters of foreign rulers. It was slightly ironic; in doubting Kiki's word as to who she was and foisting her off into a room that probably should have offended her to no end, they had actually made her more comfortable. Formal receptions and royal greetings were far too stuffy for her. The slightly mocking way the servants called her "My Lady" even served to only entertain her further; somehow, she felt like they knew her better than those who called her that in earnest. They hadn't even offered to take her cloak, though she wouldn't have let them take it anyways. It had cost her a fortune in money, time, and effort to commission it from the Berylanx, and she would sooner carry it herself than let it out of her sight.
There was even someone else in the room already: the same Leyari woman they had seen in the inn earlier. Would she recognize their group, with Kierra in her silks and jewels, and the others disguised as they were? She decided not to address the stranger yet, just to see what happened.