Rikke blinked "Oh.. er.. No. I'm a light packer." the girl smiled to the attendee kindly, as just as expected she was already awaited! "What of the uniform? Should I er... adorn it now or?" the girl inquired sheepishly, subtly glancing to the small bag she had for the clothes. The uniform... It was likely one of the more expensive pieces of clothing the rogue had the chance to adorn, albeit it certainly had some quirks to its design. Hopefully her casual clothes would do for now, as unless the rogue wished to make quite the splendid show on the road... which she did not!.. there was no real way to get redressed.
Still with her bags handed off, it would be almost mere moments before a black carriage rode right next to her! It's steed brilliant, sleek black and almost more well groomed and combet than the girl herself was! As for it's riders, it would certainly be quite the curious pair! A seemingly warm-hearted mature girl and what the rogue best could describe as 'an old wicked crone'! "Oh... crap, am I late?!" Rikkes eyes widened as she'd jump into the carriage, not even noting her light curse had already brought a fair bit of dark gazes towards her!
Whatever the case may be, soon enough the girl found herself seated in the carriage with the strange duo, each one subtly albeit sharply looking her over! Considering the rogues tendencies to show off, perhaps it was for the best that this time Emilia picked out the outfit! One that seemed to be a cozy turtleneck and equally as comfy styled jeans, the set not so complimented by a pair of simple boots... as the rogue certainly wasn't one for heels! Less so one to properly walk in them!
Rikke certainly couldn't help, but feel a subtle ever-present tingling of equal excitement and anxiousness... She hardly ever attended a real school, atleast not since her days in the Orphanage way way back! Yet here she was sitting enroute to what seemed to be snob and richgirl haven! "Oh... Sure." the girl would snap out of it as the topic of attendance came up "Mhm~" her story was indeed that her Father Richard Peslie, the surname picked out by the rogue herself, had gotten into a personal conflict and perished in it. Leaving only her and her three sisters, as well as her mother. It was then that the girls would encounter Des Gravil, who would be their new stepfather and the same person that would send out the el---- smartest of the girls to this Academy!
"Oh, before school I've generally been taking care of my sister Jessica as well as some planning." Rikke smiled kindly, as she'd need to think up anything that could help her in the academy! Lockpicking... sneaking... dancing.... seduction-- gah! None of those skills were going to count! Nor could she even name, especially with the Crone there! "W-well... I've been well trained in fencing, atheletics and some leadership skills as well!"