The caravan rolls out of Neraw smoothly, starting on its journey toward Carleon again.
May has Valentine sing for her as she dances and swings Taffy around.
After a few hours, May grows tired and takes a nap curled up around Taffy.
Personally, I think it's pretty cute.
Lucas seems just to be happy Valentine isn't singing anymore.
For what it's worth, Valentine also seems happy about this.
Celeste offers Valentine a glass of water.
The minstrel - er, troubadour - accepts it and drinks the entire cup in one swig. "Phew, thank you. Haven't had such a demanding audience in a while."
He shifts his gaze to the others around the wagon. "Is she always that energetic?"
"The last time I was driving the wagon, she was exhausted after ten minutes of dancing, but insisted on going at it for another two hours." I say with a small hum. "She's quite determined."
