It was late in the afternoon when the carriage rode into Fairwyn, the rustic town remained unchanged. It was colder however, the trees turning red and gold.
They rode right through Fairwyn, having no reason to stop save for spending the night at an inn. By the time they drove through the stretch of woods that separated the last town from Dewmire, they were all road weary.
The sleepy village was quiet when they rode in, the only lamps lit were those on the streets of the village square, its occupants fast asleep. Even in just the next town over, by this time, the night was just beginning.
Ruoxi was looking out the window, his loosely tied-back hair fluttering gently across his face. "How quaint," He murmured.
