Soon they were back on the road. They were just maybe seven days from Yarol, most of which would pass in a flash.
Percy wasn't comfortable though. Their white carriage with an open roof and soft velvet seats was built for three people. And Flynn took advantage of that, begging her parents to sit with them.
Three people was enough, but her youngest brother, little Joey, threw a tantrum till he was allowed to sit with them. The kid was sitting on Percy's legs right now, playing with his hair.
"This is so comfortable," Flynn said in an awkward attempt to fill the silence. "I thought my butt would fall off the first time we travelled for a day in the carriage."
"Oh really," Percy said sarcastically. "I didn't know it was comfortable."
They already tried passing the five-year-old boy back to his sister, but the boy glued himself to Percy. Flynn chuckled slowly.
"So let's talk about Arete," she said. "Like to pass the time. Or we could talk about your favourite monsters."
