Chapter 212
The Nightmares are an excellent choice for moving through the desert. Their flame-covered hooves don't seem to sink into the sand at all, smoothly stepping in to of the soft surface even when the carriage wheels have fallen in. This carriage has been modified for desert travel, about a hand width above the ground, skis are mounted at each corner, keeping the whole thing from sinking to the axles while traveling on soft sand.
"Now, this is the way to travel. Walking directly between houses in different cities just doesn't have that same feeling, you know? This is like we're on a real adventure." Mythryll, back in her small blonde Elven form, declares out of the blue.
Misha thinks a while, staring out the window with a pensive look. "She's right. We're crossing the desert on the ground, like normal people. It's weird now that she mentioned it."