The caravan advanced at a steady pace, raising clouds of dust that shimmered golden under the mid-morning sun. The wheels creaked rhythmically against the packed earth, providing a constant backdrop to the conversations within.
Students had naturally distributed themselves among the different vehicles, grouping according to affinities and alliances.
In one of the carriages, Klein Goldcrest observed with a somber expression. The landscape passed before his eyes without him really seeing it, his mind trapped in a cycle of frustration and resentment that tightened his jaw and furrowed his brow.
"Still thinking about your brother?" Astor asked in a low voice, seated across from him.
Klein barely deigned to respond with a grunt. His lion briefly manifested in his hair and mouth, reflecting his internal agitation.
"You shouldn't worry so much," Feng intervened, adjusting his posture on the uncomfortable seat. "I'm sure that Harold will eventually turn up."
