Haleth shrugs a little. "I care little for propriety, but a great deal for those who have come to celebrate this. Let us walk among them for a time." She raises an eyebrow. "Assuming you will set me down once more, and do not intend to rest me on your shoulder like some exotic bird."

Even in her scarlet and gold finery, her hair wound in intricate braids decorated with beads and feathers, she is still Haleth: small and brown and blunt, and content to be so.