"Auntie."
"Yes, May?"
"What's a bazaar?"
The young girl blinks up at me with those blue eyes of hers, endlessly curious, and tilts her head. I'm not even sure where the question came from - none of us have mentioned a bazaar today.
There's very little talking going on at all, in fact. After our late start last night, there's not much energy this morning. The people in the card are either asleep, or they're close to it, either on the side of about to sleep, or barely awake from their short rest.
Roland is still driving the cart, but he'll be switching places soon enough. Likely when we reach Carleon. There's little to get there, but it's first real city to encounter on this path from Lucas' manor toward our destination.
May, however, got a decent night's sleep in the swaying cart, even despite going to bed a bit late for her, and she looks as energetic as ever.
