Chapter 31: The inconceivable
Peeking through the window was much easier when no blinding lights cloaked the view. The forest no longer seemed scary or gloomy when the birds and daylight loving creatures came out to sing.
The color of her irises matched the vibrant green lining their path so well, with trees that stretched high beyond the reach of her eyes that the place was barely recognizable.
Though before Arabella forgot her rest, the last tall trees announcing the end of the Eleazar forest drew nearer, reminding her of what was expected of her.
"We need to take the first path to our left," she spoke up, still curious as to how the coachman would hear her.
"You're having no trouble finding your way," Silas cut her ponderings short.
"My father owns a map of Umbraria. An approximate one, but it was quite helpful nonetheless," at first, she'd looked at Silas, but as her exposition went on, her gaze traveled towards the window once more, "On the night I'd arrived, the first thing that had greeted me upon exiting the forest had been the front side of the manor. The map suggested that once out of the tunnel, I needed to run ahead and then south once I encountered the first tall trees and during my journey, I never came across a clear path as large as the one we are currently taking, which leads me to the conclusion that the tunnel must be to our left,"
Silas said nothing and merely studied Arabella's face from the gemstones that leapt from one thing to the next through the window then down her jawline to the pink, luscious lips guarding her mouth.
The young woman's hand kept on fondling the locket around her neck, bringing attention to her ample bosom.
The carriage swerved to the left as she'd instructed which made her eyebrows furrow before instinctively turning towards Silas, as if her tongue itched to speak, but the words clogged her throat when realizing his eyes were on the hand clasping the locket or on her... Chest.