A blanket of cold wrapped around their weary bodies. The little fabric on them failed to keep them warm.'. With the wagon's unfavorable shaking as it crossed the rough ground, neither were even the slightest bit calm nor comfortable. But, who would be? If others were in their shoes, they would no doubt feel the same. It was a poor sight to watch. A group of men and women dressed lightly, crowding the small wagon. Malyana kept a calm exterior as she endured the cramped view. Her lips curved into a small smile, watching the all too serious faces of the people before her. She sat at the center at the front, facing the driver, none other than her trusted creature.
"Soothe the rigidity of your expressions." She started, covering her smile with a fan. "Otherwise, we would be suspected at first sight. It would be a waste of effort, and I'd rather die than witness the fall of our plans." Her ruby eyes narrowed—a threat to those watching her.
