(Mark's POV)
Neon and I hear banging of doors coming from inside the castle as we slowly make our way back to the village below. Neon pulled on my arm when I stopped to look back at the castle. 

"We shouldn't get involved. Regan's got it under control; she just needs to vent some anger." Neon reassured me, but it wasn't very reassuring.

As we walked down the road a lady dressed in a blue and silver dress with long white hair waved in our direction. Neon waved back and the lady came running over.
"Neon, you're back. Is Regan ok?" The lady took no notice of me while she talked with Neon.
"Everything is fine Silvermay, Regan is inside but I wouldn't go near her at the moment." She replied before turning to me. "Silvermay, this is Mark. Regan turned up at his door after going against a shadow with nightshade claws." The lady, Silvermay, nod before shaking hands with me.

"Thank you for looking after our little Regan." She said before looking Neon up and down. Neon is in her usual brown vest and pants, but they are a little bit dirty now.
"I can fix you up, make you more presentable." With a flick of her wrist, a purple orb of light came out. It whirled and twisted around Neon until she was consumed by its light, like how Regan changes form. Gold and brown sleeves float around Neon's arms, with a high collar and knee length skirt, Neon goes from pants and a vest to a long bell sleeved blouse under a jumperskirt with a petticoat filling it out. She looks like a real princess now, complete with a thin silver tiara on her head.(If you don't know what Lolita fashion is, you should, you would understand Neon's outfit more.)

"There we go." Silvermay said, admiring her work. A loud crash comes from the castle, Silvermay quickly left to check it out. Neon made sure I didn't go anywhere by holding on to my arm, pulling me in the opposite direction, her brown mary-janes clicking loudly on the cobblestone road.