That afternoon, Lann donned a hooded cloak and mounted the qilin's back again.
The qilin had been kept indoors because Lann requested 'everything at High Hill Castle be as usual,' not allowing it to go out.
Now, being able to run outside, Lann could feel that it was quite joyful.
Running from the southern wilds of Velen all the way to the northeast corner of Temeria at the Elrand Duchy.
Almost a horizontal traverse of the entire length of Temeria, was a suitable stroll for the qilin.
Of course, this was at a level where it could finish running within three hours; if time was extended and speed slowed, for its New Continent Ancient Dragon physique, it would barely even be considered a stroll.
"Whew!"
A breath of hot air was expelled from its wet nostrils, the qilin shook its head, causing the broad silk rune cloth covering it and its pale mane to ripple together.
Having slightly moved its muscles and bones through the running, the qilin felt somewhat refreshed.
