Aragonia's sky was not too sunny, yet it wasn't too cloudy either. The horizon was clear and blue, with fluffy clouds occasionally drifting across the sun, hiding its rays for a moment before clearing again. Birds flew overhead, their wings cutting gracefully through the open air, and the very smell and feel of the atmosphere was different from the one they had left behind.
Belle had always thought Aragonia's air was thick and somewhat damp, but she realized now it was fresher than Nightbrook's, with a clear spring breeze. Nonetheless, the further the carriage moved into the towns and cities, the more Belle's nerves began to stir, making her chest tighten with unease.
An hour ago, Rohan had carried their reluctant son after explaining to him as simply as possible that he would be staying with his uncle Rav and Evenly in the other carriage.
