The crawl began to speed up into a race; the view outside the carriage windows shifted from slow, familiar sights to a speedy transition from the heart of Vasyti to the residential settlements of the first ring, then the second, the third and the fourth.
Until eventually, the golden tint that embellished the sky was gone, replaced by a clear cerulean blue. A telltale sign that they were no longer in Vaysti, yet the thickets and trees from the Vasyti's borders didn't thin out the further they travelled; if anything, it thickened, the trees got taller and thicker, their branches forming canopies overhead.
"Welcome to Eryndor", Vaelyn said, as the carriage hurried deeper into the forest-like environment.
Neither of them offered a response, both looking out different windows, both looking out for different reasons.
