The morning sun crept slowly over the horizon, painting the sky with soft hues of orange and gold. The wheels of the carriage rolled gently along the cobbled road, now entering a more populated path lined with elegant elven trees and morning vendors.
Inside the carriage, Fran leaned against the window, her eyes sparkling like a curious kitten.
"Woah…" she whispered, her cat tail wagging excitedly as she pressed both hands against the glass. "Look, Sister! It's… it's—"
She paused in wonder, her voice catching in her throat.
"S-so many elves…!"
Dila, still lying back with her arm tucked beneath her head, turned her tired gaze toward Fran and squinted slightly from the morning light.
"What is it, Fran?"
Fran pointed eagerly. "We're surrounded! It's like we entered another world or something!"
Dila shifted and peeked outside.
She blinked twice.
Elves.
