The sky had a radiant dark shade, the moon was shining like a mirror, the wind was sailing on its path and beneath all of this, a broken horse cart with some hay and sticks treaded for a venture.
Aurelion was layed down, covered completely by the dry grass and raw materials, Stefan was sitting on on the wooden fence without a whip in his hand, nevertheless the horse still listened to all his commands. It was his specialty whether it be small animals like rabbits or the carriage horses, they all listened and liked him without him being controlling. The same happened with the familiars incident too.
The wagon was on its route to the teleportation gate, the path they had taken had an eerie and uncanny presence, but this was preferable for them to fill their inconspicuous approach. They trailed on the muddy, dusty and bumpy route in the forest.
Back in the tower—
