After the trial, Layla had started to bring down the gates immediately, it did take about an hour, but apparently Arthur had just been sent back to his, or rather Cindy's well, and the only gate close to that was a week away.
Which meant that even though Kurt, Sara and Layla were in a rush, there was no real danger for a few days at least. In fact getting the driver to start right off was incredibly easy, even the driver complimented the crew saying most people make him wait an hour to just start the journey.
The driver they hired seemed nice, a middle aged bald man. Seems like he had been doing this type of stuff his whole life, and they were just another customer.
The carriage itself was huge, needed a minimum of two horses to pull, the reason was simple, it need to be tall enough to fit the gate inside of it. Which meant Sara got to go a little bit overboard, but generally speaking a bigger carriage is overboard, and there, what Sara said, wasn't much option not to.
Because height was the most important detail, to put a gate inside (which wasn't always the plan), they had a bunk bed set up, which meant they could sit down, and there were two beds above them on either the front or back, all three of them could rest, with one one on the couches facing each other, a fourth could fit on the other a fifth on the floor really. And Layla could sleep in the middle floating, she said, for a sixth. This meant a big exterior as well, which had many packing compartments, beyond the roof and and the back. They were basically empty though, since they could keep all of it on the other side of the gate. It was luxurious mostly because it was brand new.
It was not all great, it was bumpy when the road was bumpy. And the sound traveled through it, so it wasn't very quiet, even on the inside. With two, or even three horses it was more expensive just to travel with. They didn't have to go far, the biggest thing in the plan is that Layla needed to travel in this world to the next location, she would have to travel in the other world as well, but the location didn't change on that side.
"So Layla," said Kurt, "What the fuck was that?"
"Was, what?"
"The trial or whatever?"
"What was I supposed to do? What did I say?"
"Invade and enslave?"
"Kurt, do you think I was lying about that part?" Layla locking eyes with Kurt.
"Umm…"
"Yes. Kurt you, humans, came to my world" pointing a finger at herself, "and captured and enslaved my people, the fae. You heard him admit to it. I don't know what to tell you. I'm a little mad about it. Did I unjustly hurt Arthur in the end though? I won't lie, I did want to, that uniform does — offend me."
"But what you said, that will…"
"Is that my fault? What about you Kurt, have you ever thought about handing me over Arthur or the clan? You could have, you know it now at least. It wouldn't have been just joining the clan for me, you see that now right? What if he walked through that gate the next day after I made it Kurt? What would you have done?"
"Umm."
"Ummmm," Layla hummed louder. "That's actually super important, to me, what you would have done, I know what, you know what, I at least I understand why." Layla was tearing up.
"That's not fair."
"My life wasn't fair, Kurt, and neither was Cindy's, Mary's… I don't know…she's a little different" They all all sorted half laughed at that comment.
"So what? You needed to make things worse? You basically left them with a threat."
"A threat? Stop hunting my kind, isn't that simple enough? Don't try to kill or capture me? Or people like me? You heard him under orders to not just threaten me but immediately go through with it. And remember to kill you. How is that not a consistent threat? What do you think would have happened if I was alone? Or just you, me, and Arthur was there mister high and mighty? What would have happened then? To me?" Layla screamed and hovered up in the air.
They stared at each other, both not really knowing what to say. It was really the first time Layla and Kurt had gone at it with each other.
"So I don't know exactly what you two are fighting about but are you going to do it the whole trip?" said Sara from one of the top bunks.
"No, I'm going to the bunk Kurt can sleep where he is sitting," and Layla gave a humph and floated up above her seat to the bunk bed above her in the carriage.
Sara looked at Kurt, "Give the little miss princess a break, you know that had to be hard on her. And it's not like she doesn't have her own stresses."
"That doesn't solve anything," said Kurt.
"And as your friend I'm saying to you, there is nothing you can do or say to solve anything by the end of this trip.."
"Easy for you to say."
"Kurt do fucking think the clan isn't after me too now? Easy for me to say, stop just thinking of just yourself. I am in this too, Arthur saw me. Who was supposed to be out in the open, where the clan is? With my exceptionally beautiful face, yeah, that's right I was. There is nothing that you can solve because we are stuck here in this carriage until we stop, and little Miss Princess up there, make the gate and even then it's not solved." Throwing up her hands, "Just lay down and shut up, please and thank you. And no you're not getting this bunk either Kurt."
Kurt stared back silently, she was probably right. What the hell was he going to do until the ride was over? Even after? "Fine," And Kurt turned over to lay down on the seat, pulling a blanket towards himself.
"And don't call me little miss Princess," Layla said.
"Sorry, your majesty," Sara said sarcastically. And Layla just grumbled back.
They continued most of the rest of their trip in awkward silence. Everyone was mad, everyone was far worse off than they had imagined the trip would start.
And Kurt wasn't immune to the facts. He sort of knew, it was probably true somehow humans came there, and then captured and enslaved their people. He probably had drunk from one of their wells before. He didn't want to admit it, but that was what he would think humans would do, and he wanted to say the wrong ones, but all the wrong ones are in charge. But how the hell was he supposed to know? Why didn't she tell him? The answer was starting to become obvious, because she thought he knew, how could she have trusted him? The whole time, Kurt had been. Kurt didn't like thinking about it. He was mad, he was the one that was almost kicked to death by a 20 foot tall rabbit, not them. And that wasn't even the first time really.