The road to Lustris was quiet, accompanied only by the wailing of wind that bent the trees on their path to its will and the banging of hooves against the ground.
Before their departure, Morgana made sure to cloak the entire party to protect them from discovery. Especially since Dragomir had witches of his own still trying to locate Allegra.
Arabella rode ahead of everyone, trusting that they would follow but despite beholding none of them, somehow the burden of their gazes pressed on her shoulders, as their eyes burned holes in her back.
At least with Floriel there was no wondering. The fairy clung to the woman's shoulder, barely even blinking while staring the whole way.
"It is not too late for you to change your mind and turn around," Arabella murmured without taking her eyes off the road.
"My decision is already made," Floriel finally looked away, "I am not backing down,"
"I can't protect any of you," the young woman continued, "I hope you know that,"
