Irene had gotten used to the sound of hoofbeats as they rode across the wide open plains of Chemois between patches of forest and to each village and township they could possibly reach on their trek east.
For once, she was happy to wear a helmet because she knew that the braid that tied her hair up had come undone as the occasional spring breeze rushed through, reminding her that it was still quite early in the season.
Not only were they going as far as they could before Felix summoned them back, and they could finally officially meet the man who would preside over them, but they also seemed to be chasing the spring rain storms. Since it had thawed, frozen, and then thawed again, the woman hoped that the knights and the Duke weren't having trouble in the floodplains on the way up. Such sudden thawing and freezing would undoubtedly fill the plains even more than expected.