Chapter 110: Arc 3, - 20: On the Road Out
Clear roads, not another wagon nor carriage in sight as the horses began speeding up. The illusory dome overhead disappeared; emerging from it, the lavish carriage with the four of them.
"Woo!" Asobi cheered, alighting back into the puffy seats. Minutes turned to hours, their gazes stayed out the window and checking up on the driver every so often.
Fortunately and oddly, no vehicle seemed to pass by... Even so, they kept their eyes peeled and eventually, their nerves calmed, relaxing after a long travel.
The afternoon heat decided to hop into their carriage. If it was not for the insulation of such a highly priced transport, Aviv would be driving puddles to Galuvit Town.
Jotou gave a passing glance to Fumeko, then to the window. Not yet desert, but the tufts of grass that sprouted and crowded along the path went from yellows to bug greens.
Her eyes then wandered to the brunette again, the slight gleam of her purple headband causing her to wince an eye. Jotou then looked to the elf in front of her, who had her face up against the window.
"Blast!" "Blast!" Now two, she was not going to wait for three. No one remembered, except her... Was it better the first time around or the second? Because now, they were just running.
The blonde’s pupils shifted to her left again, to Fumeko with an elbow against the door and head in her palm—her eyes half-closed out the window...
’I’m sorry Fumeko... I didn’t know how else to convince all of us to leave... I had to say that.’ Something felt amiss in Jotou’s torso, like a twisting pain holding onto her waist with an iron grip.
Jotou had joked, trying to ease the tension as she did many times before. However, Fumeko’s sudden shift in tone, to question the blonde’s judgement in a scream...
’I really tried, but I don’t wanna try again and see someone else end up dead and to reset it all again. I tried being stubborn the second time, don’t you think I would?
Oh right, I have to explain myself every time. But my words don’t, can’t, carry the weight of what I saw; what we all technically saw. In the end I just cried...’ Jotou’s fist clenched ever so slightly.