The journey to Aragonia was fun and filled with laughter and jokes for the family, until it became tiring and utterly exhausting. For hours they rode before it began to rain heavily, the fat drops hammering against the carriage roof and slowing the six powerful horses that pulled them. Being in the middle of nowhere, with no sign of civilization in sight and only halfway out of the border, they couldn't stop but had to keep going in the relentless rain.
The sky had darkened, looking as though evening had already fallen. The curtains and windows of the carriage were pulled shut, the lamps mounted on either side of the fancy carriage lit, casting a golden hue across the interior.
Since they couldn't stop for the night, Belle and Angel soon fell asleep, both of them leaning against Rohan. They had shared the snacks they had packed in a basket for just such times when they could not stop for food.
