The wagon rattled along the frozen road as Xavier leaned back against the wooden panels. Each jolt sent needles of pain through his skull, but the firewine had taken enough edge off that he could think clearly again. With his longevity ability, he got the benefits of the wine with none of the drawbacks.
"You should rest," Gunnar said, noticing Xavier's discomfort. "Still got a few hours before we reach Vykengard."
Xavier nodded slightly, careful not to aggravate his headache. "Good idea."
He closed his eyes, not expecting sleep to come, but hoping to conserve his strength. The steady rhythm of hooves on packed snow and the occasional creak of the wagon created a strange lullaby. Despite the cold and his throbbing head, exhaustion pulled at him.
Calypso. Where was she in this frozen world? Had she landed among friendlier faces? Or was she alone, her silver hair marking her as suspicious in a place that seemed wary of the Winter Court?