Time drifted by smoothly as everyone settled into their respective carriages.
The crisp night air was soon replaced by the warmth and muffled sounds of hooves against cobblestone.
Coco's carriage was snug, but luxurious, the plush seats accommodating Coco and her husbands comfortably, and Konoha— now perched grumpily on Coco's lap, occasionally flicked her tail in disapproval, though the rhythmic motion of the carriage seemed to be lulling her into a calmer state.
On Jacques' carriage, the interior was just as refined, but far less.. Peaceful.
Jacques was bugging Renaldo on what they need to do once they arrive at their new home while Jonathan merely kept hisouth shut— not wanting to butt in to the married couple's business.
As the carriages rolled forward, the city's glow bathed everything in a dreamlike haze.
Coco gazed out the carriage window, her eyelids growing heavy as the rhythmic sway of the ride lulled her into a peaceful daze.
