The horse-drawn carriage slowed to a stop at the edge of the field.
Lucas stepped down first, followed by Silvara. Damp red soil stretched out before them, still dark from the morning moisture.
Liona jumped down after them, adjusted her gloves, then turned toward Lucas.
"Then I'll take my leave, Young Master," she said lightly. "I'll come pick you up again this afternoon."
Lucas nodded. "Alright."
Without waiting for any further response, Liona turned around and walked away with the carriage, leaving them behind at the field.
That was when Mae stepped forward as their eyes met.
"Good morning, Young Master."
Lucas turned fully this time.
Mae moved a little closer, lowering her voice. "May I have a moment of your time?"
Lucas gave a short nod. "Go ahead."
Silvara automatically stopped two steps behind him, giving them space.
Mae went straight to the point. "Young Master, Your request… has been completed."
