Her father, her guards, all her attendants, at least those permitted to speak to her, kept telling her the same thing. The Magic Institute of the Southern Empire was the best place for her to be... and she was sick of hearing that.
"When will we arrive?" Ciara retorted to the coachman who was at the front area, reining the horses.
"Before nightfall, I believe." The Coachman answered.
"Goodness, I wonder why we couldn't use a Rune stone or scroll to just teleport to the Institute. These three days have been grueling for me." Ciara complained.
"I apologize for the inconvenience... But the supply of the objects you speak of were delayed, and your entrance exams are in two days. Any further delay and you might have missed it. I assure you, however, that we will get to our destination soon" The coachman let out an awkward smile.
"Hmph" The young lady responded ruefully.
