"Lady Liora, are you sure you want to make such a display?" Lucen asked, landing onto Collossith's massive head as he dismissed his white duck mount.
The sun's golden light had begun to wane, shifting into a darker, monochrome hue as only a few hours remained before the early-morning reception of the Wanderer Merchant.
Although the market was not far within flying distance, traveling its uneven paths atop Collossith—renowned more for its size than speed—would take considerably longer.
"Why? It's a very expensive mount, one that countless comrades paid for with their lives. Of course, we'll make full use of it," Liora said, shrugging as she summoned her large bed from her [Sanctuary] and climbed on top, clearly intending to spend the journey resting.
Lucen and Mirela remained silent, understanding that while the path would be longer than usual, at least Liora would get some rest.
