Of Wagons and Trail Dust

[FeverDream]

Mara let fly a half dozen doves before fetching up her small pack. She gave the streets of Galmair one last walk, taking in the familiar sighs with a sad smile. At the gates she nodded to Bri for the last time. The trek was a short one, and she reached the wagon before sundown. She slipped up into the wagon without comment, clambering up into the seat next to the driver who had just finished applying a black paint to one side of his face. He had the face of a handsome devil, blue eyes smiling at her as she settled in. “This face is going to take some getting used to.” He murmured as he cracked the reins sending the team of horses on their way. Mara reached a hand up to stroke a few blond locks from his eyes. “It’s for the best.” Jade eyes scanned the horizon as they began to leave the familiar sights of the valley for the open road. “Ah well, all men must die as they say.” Mara chuckled softly glancing at the figure next to her. “Where to now Konrad?” A charming smile crossed the man’s face “Wherever the road takes us.”