Despite Opaline's strong response, the walk out of the Asrephath estate quickly became a little tense. Especially for Opaline.
She'd never been away from home so the severity of her decision was quickly beginning to dawn on her. Lancet looked at her and was about to say something when he noticed what was waiting beside the gate.
There was a chariot there. An actual chariot.
It had the basic shape of something that could have rolled out of a medieval royal court, but like the rest of the world, it was built from polished dark metal with broad silver edges.
The closed cabin was framed by curved supports and panels that had been enchanted shimmering with their magic in the morning light. Thin lines of blue-white Grace ran through the chassis, connecting the wheels to the propulsion system beneath it, while the front platform extended into two reinforced harnesses where a pair of enormous Rainbow Pegasuses stood patiently.
