The large-wheeled wooden carriage creaked slowly, moving along the rocky and dusty road leading out of the market.
The desert air was getting hotter, stinging the skin and the scent of hay filled the air around them. The wind blew a thin layer of dust that floated along the road.
Claire sat between Ethan and Eliza, feeling a mixture of nervousness, excitement and a little confused.
Zayn, who was sitting in front, controlled the carriage, speaking in a serious tone.
"We will pass through several resting stops before reaching the capital. They may not all be comfortable, but they are usually safe enough to rest."
Ethan turned his head, nodding in agreement as he stared closely at Zayn. Then he glanced to the other red eyed girl who has a pouch of water on her hand, she opened it and drink a mouthful before looking at Ethan and offered him the pouch.
