Reaching its time of rest, the sun slowly began to lower itself into slumber as the skies set to a warm hue of orange. Paired with the repetitive sounds of the wooden wheels rolling over dirt and the occasional pebble, this atmosphere had nearly driven Sora into a state of slumber, invoking a bellowing yawn as the only thing keeping him awake was his task as the carriage driver.
"How much further? I'm dying here…"
Letting out a whiney groan, Sirius looked up towards the white shell of the coach, gently rocking his head back against the wooden frame.
"I believe we should be around the "The Colossal Vale of Habascus", right about now, in fact."
Lucas ran his finger along the proper route of the map, answering in a calm, somewhat hesitant voice as he seemed to confirm his own answer.
"And how do you even know that? You've been counting each spin of the wheels or something?"
