Thin sheets of rain pitter-pattered on the carriage roof. The horse's hooves sloshed roughly against the mud-thickened road.
A two-day journey to Bezmun would likely become three if the rain didn't stop pouring. Dark, ominous clouds hid the sun. Even the pink-orange tint in the horizon was missing.
Ysabel mentally sighed as she stared out the window. The carriage moved at a slow pace, and though Reis was giddy with excitement, the latter had to play it safe.
"Everyone is always watching," Ysabel leaned against the smooth cushion and closed her eyes, listening to the hum of her mother's voice echoing in her mind. "Even if you think that no one is around, someone is always watching your every action, the words you speak, your body movements. Some people would pay to see you fall, Ysabel."
"Hyah!"
The sound of the coachman whipping the horses to move a little faster brought Ysabel out of her reverie.
