The steady rumble of the carriage wheels had long since lulled the two sisters into slumber. Dila sat with her head resting lightly against Fran's shoulder, while Fran leaned in return, their silver and navy hair tangled together in the soft sway of the ride. The air outside was quiet, only the sound of hooves striking the dirt road breaking the silence of the barren countryside.
Suddenly, the carriage lurched to a violent stop. The horses neighed in alarm, stomping nervously against the ground. The carriage rider's urgent voice broke the silence, filled with dread. "Bandit attack!"
Dila's eyes fluttered open at once, her body tensing as instinct jolted her awake. Fran stirred too, blinking rapidly, her cat ears twitching at the sudden shout. The two quickly straightened, their backs pressing against the cushioned seat as they glanced toward the small window.
