The corners of her lips pulled down into a frown as she watched him disappear. He hadn't smiled, nor waved back. And from where she stood, she could only guess that he wore a confused expression. Luna wondered what went on in his head as her eyes reverted to the carriage.
The men had risen from their position, hastily rushing towards the carriage to hold the door open. Their heads were bowed in respect as they waited for whoever it was to step out of the box. Luna leaned forward curiously as she heard a shrill voice of protest from the polished vehicle.
Soon, a slender figure jumped out of the carriage, ignoring the extended hands of the men who were waiting on her. The girl was garbed in a soft pink gown with a layered skirt and delicate lace sleeves. Her soft brown hair was tied back in an elaborate French braid. Her small face reflected concern as she tugged on her heavy skirt, anxiously looking at the path Liam disappeared to.