LISA
The pack only has a few cars now. Nothing like the SUVs they used at the Westwood Pack; these are older sedans and a couple trucks.
The Grand Sage sits in delight in the front, while Elverly crosses her arms and scowls out the window from her side of the backseat. Kellan seems minorly irritated I gave up shotgun to the Grand Sage, but maybe it's just me projecting things.
Despite being pretty okay with giving me space, he's also clingy. I know, I know, I'm contradicting myself. It's just how things feel right now.
The gentle rumble of the car lulls me into a drowsy state as I gaze out the window. It's almost hypnotic, the way the landscape rolls by.
"How does this auto-mo-bile function without horses?" the Grand Sage asks for what feels like the hundredth time. His enthusiasm for technology is endearing, if a bit exhausting.