Arrival

The extravagence of the carriage overwhelmed Troova. The interior was a riot of colors and cushions. She was asked by the coachman to please take a seat, and did so with pleasure for the cushions were overstuffed with goose feathers and covered in delicate silk. The coachman handed her a cup of hot chocolate smothered in whipped cream and topped with shavings of dark and white chocolate. On the seat next to her was a box of an assortment of her favorite candies with a note that said: "Birthday Wishes From The Seven" and was scralled with what she supposed were signatures.

The carriage started off with a slight jolt that caused Troova's nose to be blanketed by whipped cream. As she was consumed by her delicious beverage, she hadn't noticed the man sitting across from her.
"Oh! Hello sir."
"Hello Miss", he gave a quick nod in greeting and then looked out the window with a blank expression. Troova took in his appearance with interest. He was a stout man of middle-age with a round purple-hued face, and he breathed heavily like he could never quite get enough air. His yellow coat stretched awkwardly over his protruding belly, while his stick legs were clad with purple tights. He very nearly resembled and Easter egg with legs.
"Excuse me, but are you to be my attendant?" Troova implored.
"Yes, Miss. I will be your guide to, through, and from the castle." He once again turned his purple face to the window.
Before she could comment on his lack of conversation skills, the carriage stopped and Troova's nervousness returned.

Quite suddenly, they had arrived.