Nyx tried her best to stay focused on her cultivation, but the stillness of the ride eventually pushed her to admit that she too was restless. Selene, of course, had been complaining the loudest, tapping her nails against the wood paneling and sighing every few minutes.
Lucas had been watching them with the corner of his eye. He knew Selene's sharp tongue was restless, and that her constant whining about boredom would not stop unless something changed. He had already anticipated this moment long before it came. Straightening from his relaxed position, he turned toward the small cabinet on the side of the carriage. He caught Lira's attention and gave her a subtle signal with his hand.
"Lira," he said in a calm tone that carried a faint hint of mischief, "pass me that bottle of wine."
