The carriage ride continued with some loud noises of the crowd still piercing through into the interior of it; the rumbling of other carriages behind them echoed.
"We didn't have to be nice?" Fumeko slumped back in her seat.
"Meko," Jotou glared over.
"We're sorry for her," Hotaru leered to Fumeko, "behaviour," before smiling back to Feyan.
Feyan held his hand to his chest as he took a deep breath. He nodded to Hotaru silently, before wiping his face with a handkerchief he pulled out of his blazer pocket.
"We will be heading to Tamara Palace, the current residence of her majesty. Once we arrive, a grand tour is arranged for our honoured guests.
There will be fifty troupes to perform various shows and display many different traditional forms of song and dance, including the Dance of the Desert Veil, the premier play throughout Cravolta City.
