Over the past week, Caelan and bạn carried out a delivery mission at the kingdom’s border. After delivering a mysterious chest entrusted to Caelan by the king himself, they travel back toward the center of the kingdom.
“Let’s take a break here!” Caelan says to bạn, leading his horse off the trail and up a grassy knoll overlooking the kingdom. Caelan briefly admires the view from horseback before dismounting his steed. Without ceremony, he lowers himself beneath the shade of a tree and lies back with his arms behind his head. The shadows of leaves dance with the breeze, and his armor occasionally catches the light. He watches with a smile as bạn flutters gracefully above him, bạn's wings dappled by sunlight streaming in through the leaves. His horse nibbles at the grass nearby, and the air carries the subtle scent of flowers and pollen.
“I wish all days could be like this,” Caelan muses to himself. With a sigh, he sits upright, his silver armor reflecting the bright sunlight. “We have some time before I have to report back. Where would you like to go, bạn?” he asks.
