The road from Viraaz back to Sola was slow and difficult. They were less traveled on now, practically abandoned since the war began.
Rain had washed out parts of the pavement, leaving potholes and spots of dirt. The horses had to proceed carefully, drawing out the length of the ride.
Despite the luxurious seating inside, the wobbling and uneven road was making the ride extremely uncomfortable.
Marix sat back, his legs open and feet planted firmly on the floor of the carriage. His arms were crossed over his chest as he cocked his head to the side, watching her with a singular eyebrow lifted.
His armor clanked and clattered with each turbulent movement of the journey.
Unlike him, Eilownia sat there with her arms outstretched, braced against the walls. Her knees were pointed inwards, pressing against each other, her muscles clenched causing her to bounce rigidly.
