The carriage moved fast. The driver knew the night road well, guiding the horses easily.
-Thud-k. Thud-k.
The wheels and hooves made a steady, boring noise as their big trip began. Inside, it was quiet. Thick curtains blocked the moonlight, making the small space dark and cozy.
Aria sat in a corner with Qwy, the little eyeball who was already asleep, warm in her lap.
Next to her, Reddy was quiet, still thinking about how she had said her quick goodbye.
Across from them, Vice sat straight, looking calm even in the small space.
Cass, worn out from arguing with his family's people, was already sleeping, his head leaning against Vice's wide frame.
"They made it hard for him," Reddy whispered, subtly glancing at Cass.
Aria stroked Qwy's fur, a smile present on her pretty face. "Rich people often do that to their kids. They think of him as a tool, not a person."
