Re: The Coach and Horses
After almost two hours of being late from the original departure time, the coach was finally moving with everyone on board. Whipping the horses to get things underway, the coach began slowly drifting down the path. Gustav is, of course, there to see you off with a wave. Blackie sat starring at you all as you leave, perched on Gustav's shoulder.
The way is quiet, and Lady Isolade is very clearly regretting her decision to allow anyone inside the coach. Huffing and adjusting herself constantly as her smaller companion tries to calm her with various tasks like brushing her hair, and polishing her shoes. He bodyguard does not move much at all, and simply stares upon the other passengers with soft interest and a bored expression.
Meanwhile, those atop the Coach get a rather scenic view of the 'wonderous' woods you've all been trudging through for the past few weeks. The sheer amount of brambles and thistle that grew around here was a painful reminder to be thankful for the coach, rather than an on-foot journey. There were all manner of droll plants growing about the path, and the occasional rustle of birds overhead. Otherwise it's rather peaceful in the fresh air.
It doesn't take long for you all to realize that this 'grand speed' of about two miles per hour wasn't just to clear the coaching inn's walls. Even on the road proper, you weren't gaining any momentum. At this speed the coach’s movement is a slow, gentle rocking that is easy on the coachmen’s aching heads, but it is obvious that the coach will not make it to the next inn before dark!