The Princess Joins the Journey
The sky remained a mellow orange color, the sun half-way up over the horizon. Its rays painted soft, golden light over the spires and white-stone buildings of Moonspire, dreaming the city into silence. A breeze wafted through the air, cool on the skin, fragrant with the smell of fresh soil and wildflowers carried far away. The stillness of early morning was sometimes interrupted by the faraway clatter of hooves and spinning wheels, resonating faintly between the high marble walls.
