Zephan;
I stretch lazily as I see the flurry of people rushing about to get things done. Servants rush about with boxes, luggage, and scrolls, while guards bark orders to steady the carriages lined in neat rows.
It was too late for this much commotion, but then again, nothing about travelling with royalty was ever peaceful. I'd rather be fast asleep right now, but I know if I stay a minute more in my room, Father was going to come up there himself and drag me out by my ear.
I should know. We've played that game tons of times when I was younger.
I sigh in exasperation as I scan the lineup of carriages. Rhydian and Father are deep in a conversation at the front of the line, and my eyes narrow as I stare at them. They're probably talking about some "great matter" I have no interest in or patience for this late at night.
I avert my gaze from them, and my attention is drawn elsewhere. Just beyond the lined-up carriages… across the courtyard, is Igma and Alana.
