When Cain and the girls walked out of the mansion they were surprised, the whole garden was filled with people cheering. Some they never recognized and some looked similar to the maids.
Cain could even hear a couple of bards playing their drums and flutes at the back. But even with that ruckus, the carriage was what caught his eyes the most.
Cain never knew they could so big and long, red didn't seem like a suitable color for a wedding but it matched the carriage weirdly. And even though it was cold, the carriage seemed hot. It even came with a pair of wings to allow it to fly.
"Grandma, what are you doing?" Sofia stared at Zaleria.
Zaleria was standing in front of the gate in her draconic form, a crown of flowers and leaves tied to her horns with multi-colored strips running down her back.
"Wouldn't it be better if I carried you? Not many people get a dragon to carry them, let alone be a wedding mount." Zaleria slowly looked at them.
