The morning air was crisp as they set out on their journey. Lumberling rode at the front, Jen seated behind him, arms wrapped lightly around his waist. He had brought extra horses, he knew he wouldn't be returning alone.
Behind him, Uncle Drake and Aunt Celine rode side by side, their pace measured and quiet. Uncle Orrin followed next, with Old Man Dan bringing up the rear. The group moved in silence, their expressions thoughtful, each weighed down by the uncertainty of what awaited them beyond the trees.
They carried questions, unspoken, heavy things. And fears, too, quiet but present. But their trust in Lumberling ran deep. Too deep, perhaps. Jen and Old Man Dan had faith in him, unwavering and complete. And if what he said was true… then this wasn't just a journey.
It was a choice.
A step into something that could change everything.
