Amberine led the way, her fiery red hair unmistakable as it caught the sunlight, almost glowing like the flames she wielded. She had a look of impatience, her eyes darting left and right, trying to make sense of the slow-moving line in front of them. Elara, with her golden hair neatly tied back, remained composed, her gaze fixed ahead, her silence speaking volumes. And Maris, slightly shorter than the other two, kept glancing nervously at her companions, her eyes filled with both excitement and anxiety.