Chapter 86
"Why didn't you use your mounts? It would have been faster."
Madeka's voice drifted across the carriage interior, soft and curious. She sat across from Dax, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder, her crimson eyes watching him with the kind of attention most people reserved for masterpieces.
Dax didn't look away from the window.
The scenery rolled past—rolling hills, dense forests, rivers that caught the sunlight and threw it back in fragments of gold and silver. Lush. Alive. Beautiful in a way that flying through the clouds never allowed.
"There is too much on land to see," he said finally. "Flying in the air all the time gets boring."
Madeka tilted her head.
Nadia, seated beside her, said nothing. But her golden eyes also watched Dax—watched the way his gaze lingered on the passing world, watched the faint curl of his lips when something caught his interest.
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From time to time, Dax stopped the carriage.
