When the carriage finally came to a stop, Ruvian opened the door of the carriage and stepped out onto the cold ground.
The first thing he felt was the wind, which rushed over the open valley with a crisp chill that carried the dying breath of winter.
Although the end of January was near, and the worst of the cold had begun to retreat, the air still had a sharp edge to it, which caressed the edges of his fabric.
With a soft breath, Ruvian took a moment to look around.
'Seems like… they really went all out for this expedition.'
Tall banners with the emblem of Velthia Academy had been erected across the area, their dark fabric whipping back and forth with the wind in the clearing.
Several other carriages arrived in the area, parking beside theirs before scholars disembarked, with staff members beginning to direct them to their appropriate places.
