The soft rustling of leaves was suddenly accompanied by a small creak behind the tree they where hiding. Dila and Fran froze instantly, their hearts skipping a beat....
But unfortunately it was the one and only carriage driver had quietly approached, his footsteps tentative on the forest floor.
"W-what are you looking at, Princess?" His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the delicate tension in the night.
Both girls startled, but neither made a sound. Dila's eyes flicked toward him, narrowing slightly, a hint of disbelief in her tone. "I thought you were somewhere else," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"Yeah," Fran added, cheeks puffed in a mixture of surprise and irritation, her tail flicking slightly behind her as she crouched lower against the tree.
