"How long is the ride there?" Edward asked, sitting inside one of the caravans across from Elarien.
"Around three days," she replied, her tone steady as her gaze drifted to the window, "then we'll continue on foot."
The caravan rocked gently beneath them as hooves struck the dirt road in rhythm.
Outside, the elven capital slowly faded behind the rolling hills. Lush fields stretched endlessly, swaying beneath the soft wind, dotted with distant clusters of emerald trees.
For the first time in a while, Edward found himself at ease. There was no sense of danger, no lurking threat. Just quiet.
He leaned against the wooden frame, eyes half-closed as sunlight spilled through the window. The faint chatter of the other travelers blended with the creaking of wheels and the distant call of birds.
