The carriage rolled with an almost lazy rhythm, steel wheels creaking softly as they cut through the snowy road. Sylvia drew back the black velvet curtain, her crimson pupils gazing out into a world drowned in white.
Forests stretched on either side of the path, towering trees with branches weighed down by heavy snow. Every so often, the wind swept through, shaking the limbs until white clumps fell like frozen rain, striking the roof of the carriage with sharp cracks. In the distance, a long river stretched, its frozen surface reflecting the pale light of the newly risen moon.
Sylvia rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly at the frozen landscape.
"They'll attack… once winter ends." Her voice was low, more of a murmur to herself than a statement.
