One day into the journey and Darion decided that perhaps renting a carriage would have been more comfortable than staying on a horse back.
The saddle was hard, the rhythm of the horse's gait was relentless, and his back was starting to ache in ways that made him miss the simple comfort of a chair.
His legs were kinda stiff, his thighs slightly sore from gripping the horse's sides, and he found himself shifting constantly, trying to find a position that didn't make his muscles ache a little.
The reasons were obvious: when he wanted to sleep or rest, there was no way to do it properly on a horse. You couldn't lie down. You couldn't stretch out. You couldn't close your eyes without worrying about falling off.
The horse was a tool for travel, not a bed, and after hours of riding, Darion was beginning to feel every mile in his bones.
