The group's carriage rolled to a stop just outside the capital's outskirts. The wind still whispered through the trees, but now it sounded more like gossip.
Jessy was the first to hop off. "Finally. If I had to hear Rufus explain cursed weaponry one more time, I would've become one."
"I wasn't explaining. I was correcting your blasphemous misconceptions." Rufus followed her out with crossed arms and an offended nose.
Alex descended next, Nibbles sitting triumphantly atop his head like a slightly fuzzy crown.
Their relationship had been mended with a ritual involving dried fruits and an imaginary apology letter written in acorn dust.
Siris slithered out after them like a silent gremlin, staring at the surroundings curiously while holding Raven's pillow.
It hadn't been washed, but she wanted that.
She said it had Raven's smell in it.
Kinky, sure, but no one stopped her anymore.
