She is wearing her best tack in honor of her Chosen's special day, the blue bitless braided bridle that had been a gift of those long gone. It is nice enough, and comfortable enough, but Megwyn thinks wistfully of the blue-and-silver tack outfitted with bells that she as a Companion would wear at an occasion like this, if she were in Valdemar.

Still, she is with her Chosen, and that is home enough. Although Megwyn has not always been by Ingress's side, she has been ever near. Now she stands near the edge of the dance floor, and tosses her head as the music changes.