Slow Journey

The long journey had only just begun. The roads weren't as smooth as they hoped but they were making decent enough time. The horses slowly pulled along their cart as silence took over the group. Ziu was focused upfront whilst Clara pulled out a book to pass the time. It was a random fiction book that she picked up from the city's newly built library. With the city's rise also came an assortment of books. Writers were happy to donate their new books whilst other cities sold the most popular ones to them for a price. But whilst Clara kept the book open in her hand, she struggled to focus on the black-inked words, as sitting directly opposite her was someone who was unable to sit still. 

In the corner of her eye, Fishy kept moving around, trying to shift his body in a way that wasn't going to leave him with a sore bum.

"What are you doing?" Clara asked as she put down her book.

"I can't get comfortable… Can I borrow your pillow?"