89 The Misty Forest

"WHAT'S GOT YOU so gloomy?" Spade asked, drawing Alice's attention away from the windows. 

The carriage beneath them swayed back and forth, rocking a little harder whenever the wheels went over a stone on the road that was a little bigger than the average pebble.

"Huh?" The sound left Alice's lips a little dumbly as she looked over at Spade, her lips slightly parted as she stared at him, dazed.

"I asked if there's something on your mind," he calmly repeated.

"Oh." Alice sat up a little straighter, combing her hair behind her ear. "It was just… a memory, I think."

"You think?"

Alice nodded once.