The weather was good for the rest of the journey and Sirrah was thankful that Eltanin had no longer come to disturb them. Her excuse that the girls needed rest, due to sheer exhaustion, worked well. Snow had stopped falling and it was just a chilly wind that blew through the forest. That was the only reason why they were able to move at such a fast pace. They reached the borders of the capital after sunset.
All throughout the entire journey, Sirrah had a tough time watching her animated daughter, all she had wanted to do was to get out. Tania on the other hand, sat quietly, as she watched them.
Just a few more hours and they would all be in Draka. The caravan stopped suddenly.
Morava slid the glass window to the side and asked Mizvah, "Why have we stopped?"
"I don't know," he replied as he looked ahead, narrowing his eyes for better vision.
