Azure follows, his curiosity still piqued. As the carriage begins moving, the gentle sway and rhythmic sound of the Vorclades' footsteps fill the air. Azure glances at Lysara, her posture relaxed but her expression thoughtful as she gazes out the window.
"So," Azure ventures after a moment, "you said your home isn't far. What kind of place is it?"
Lysara looks at him, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You'll see soon enough," she replies cryptically, her tone giving nothing away.
The carriage rolls forward, the rhythmic clinking of the Vorclades' harnesses blending with the steady thud of their footsteps on the dirt road. Azure leans slightly out of the carriage, watching the landscape unfold before him. Rolling fields stretch out on either side of the road, dotted with clusters of farmers tending to their work. Some kneel in the soil, planting rows of vibrant crops, while others guide strange, mechanical tools that hum faintly as they move through the earth.