The first light of morning spilled across the sky, painting it in soft shades of gold and orange. Birds chirped energetically, their songs echoing across the open fields, while a gentle breeze teased the edges of the carriage curtains. The world outside smelled faintly of wet grass and fresh dew, the remnants of last night's rain still lingering in the air.
Inside the carriage, Dila and Fran were still curled in the warmth of their seats, their uniforms slightly rumpled from the night. The rhythmic creak of the wheels against the pavement, the steady trot of the horses, and the gentle sway of the carriage had lulled them into a deep, soothing sleep, as if the rolling vehicle were a cradle moving through the open countryside.
