On the wide wilderness road, the Chocobos were running hard.
The grasslands on either side appeared desolate and barren, the grass a withered yellow, and there was no warmth in the wind. Clearly, not every place has the bountiful environment of the Border Plateau, which can remain green even in winter.
First the Magic Cloud, then the meteors, the fright over these consecutive days caused the poor royal birds to lose their luster, and deep within, they yearned for the safety behind the city walls.
Thus, when the outline of the city walls faintly appeared on the horizon, the Chocobos instinctively quickened their pace without needing much prompting from the coachman.
The wheels spun rapidly, and even the enchanted shock absorbers couldn't completely eliminate the jolts from the dirt road.
These vibrations transmitted into the carriage, causing the interior decorations to sway slightly, much like the Hero's current state of mind.
