Chapter 68 - It felt... right.

The carriage rocked gently along the winding road, the kind of smooth ride that only came from a family with deep pockets. We'd been here for a little over five minutes, the thick wooden walls muffling the outside world into a hazy rhythm of hoofbeats and distant bird calls. I sat smack in the middle, squeezed between Lyra and Isobel like some awkward sandwich nobody asked for. Lyra on my left and Isobel on my right. We each sat in these wildly comfortable plush seats with maroon fabric and silver lining. God, we needed one of these for our Quests!