Arrival after hours

As the carriage moved onward, taking them closer and closer to their destination, the road stretched like a winding ribbon through varying landscapes. The forests soon gave way to rolling hills, their green slopes dotted with wildflowers and rocky outcrops that gleamed under the sun. The carriage wheels creaked, and the warm wind carried the scent of pine, wild lavender, and something distinctly earthy—raw, untamed.

Hours passed by them; some were getting impatient at being like that for too long, while some took the opportunity to get more rest, though it was a situation that was bothering them all at the time, but they could not do anything but wait. 

As time went on, each took their own turn to watch, stopping at times to rest the beast pulling the carriage, feed it, and make sure it had no injuries. At the time, that was not something that they could afford; they were depending on it.