Rattle! Rattle! Rattle!
The sound of the moving carriage was unusually loud in the quiet conditions. Normally, Ariana and Stella would be engrossed in conversation, their words flowing like an endless story. But this time, an unusual silence hung between them, hinting at something different.
Seeing Stella's face pale and tired from the start of the trip, Ariana restrained herself from disturbing the girl who was a year older than her. But she did feel concerned.
"Are you having a hard time or something? Did the carriage make you feel sick?"
Ariana couldn't believe she had asked this question to someone else when, before this, she had been the one who would have a hard time sitting in a moving carriage. But now, it looks like she's getting used to it.
"Stella?"
"Ah, I'm sorry for spacing out Duchess. What did you say again?" Stella can't hear anything even though she is aware that Ariana is talking to her.
Ariana smiled.
