ʕ•̫•ʔ---The Privileged

The journey to the building felt like it took forever.

The long queue wasn't just an eyesore—it was a full-on obstacle course, clogging up the walkway like a parade nobody asked for. 

On top of that, the magical roads, where enchanted carriages and floating transports zipped around, were a mess of bumper-to-bumper traffic.

Even Dash, despite being an Arion, couldn't gallop through the chaos. 

And to make things worse?

We had impeccable timing.

It was rush hour.

By the time we finally reached the grand entrance of the building, I was already feeling drained. Both Eva and I dismounted, and I turned to her with a warning look.

"Whatever you do, just don't say anything," I muttered.

Eva frowned but didn't argue.

Dash, however, wasn't coming with us. A massive NO MOUNTS ALLOWED sign was practically plastered across the entrance, bold and unmistakable.