They continued their exploration of the places, visiting several shops, looking at the beautiful places, and leaving strong rumors in their wake.
The light had mellowed into a soft gold when the carriage finally came to a stop. A breathtaking view unfolded before them—rolling river water shimmering under the sun, reeds swaying in the wind, and the hush of nature cradling the entire scene like a secret.
Kesha was the first to leap out, taking the lead as usual.
Without so much as a grunt, she pulled out a folded cloth from her ring and flung it across the grass. It expanded, flawlessly pressed and elegant. Then came three chairs, conjured or cleverly packed, and a small table that looked far too expensive for the wilderness. She even had a tea set, jars of fruit, sugar-dusted confections, and warm bread wrapped in fine napkins.
All laid out with the efficiency of a battlefield general, a beautiful battlefield general.
