The noise of a whistle signaled their arrival to the city three of them called home. Elua observed everyone as the final lurch of stopped motion brought the long silence to an end. The screech of brakes faded, replaced by the bustle of disembarking passengers as the five waited patiently in the cabin for the crowds to disperse.
Mint eyes swept over the Talcres pair, noting that the lingering effects of their late-night celebrations were pretty much gone. Cultivator techniques and good food did wonderful things, even in the backwater! The spirits of Nohre and Fusand essentially vibrated with anticipation now that their decision had been made.
As the brunette fell in at the rear of the departing group, Elua's personal servant materialized at her side. While she'd taken the same train, she had been told to just rest and read on the ride… with a regular ticket. Reading her romance novels on a train in front of everyone was *not* the woman's idea of rest!
