In the evening, a few dragonflies flew low across the sky, some landing on the tips of the grass, others resting on the straw of the carriage. The red and emerald dragonflies bent their bodies, rested for a while, then took off again, disappearing into the dim foliage.
The carriage came to a halt, and in this quietness, Hexia finally slowly opened her eyes from sleep.
"Have we arrived?" Her voice was slightly languid, with a hint of girlish charm.
Because on this planet, unlike within the Federation, where she often had to deal with various official media and personnel, she behaved more like what a girl should be—relaxed and natural.
"We've arrived, Miss Hexia." Seeing her awake and sitting on the haystack rubbing her eyes, a few people accompanying the carriage responded with a smile.
The two carriages stopped, and then they unhitched the horses to let them eat while the people on-site started setting up tents.
