The chariot glided along the road, the rose-horses' hooves soft on the earth, leaving faint petals scattered behind like a fleeting trail of color. The scent of roses mingled with the fresh air, and for the first time in days, Lira felt her chest loosen, the tension from the Tower's traps beginning to ebb.
"Your chariot… it's remarkable," Lira said, leaning slightly forward to watch the rose-horses' glowing petals. "Do the roses… grow naturally on them, or is it magic?"
Rose's whiskers twitched in amusement. "A little of both," she replied. "They are enchanted to flourish no matter where we travel. The magic keeps them strong, prevents them from wilting, and the horses… they thrive on it. A healthy horse is faster, stronger, and far more reliable than one left to ordinary care."
Renkai's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, observing the creatures. "So… the magic doesn't just protect them—it enhances them. Clever."
