The crisp autumn air carried the scent of damp earth and the last traces of morning mist as their procession made its way down the road. The rhythmic clatter of hooves against the dirt and the occasional rustle of the golden leaves created a peaceful yet lively atmosphere, interrupted only by the excited squeals of two small dragon cubs.
Xiao Long was practically bouncing in Xu Feng's arms, his bright eyes fixated on the two magnificent figures riding alongside their carriage. His tiny hands waved wildly, reaching as if he could somehow leap out and join them.
"Ba! Ba! Baaa!" he called out, his joy endless.
Da Long was equally entranced but far more composed, his small hands clapping as he locked his gaze on Xuan Yang. "Pa! Pa! Papa!" His voice was steadier as he tried to make the right sound… sounds that had meaning to the adults. Yet, it was no less filled with awe.