Tailtiu opened her eyes, then squeezed them shut against the high sun. Little memory of falling asleep, but there wasn't much to do in a cart besides look at the countryside or talk scripture, or whatever the priest types liked. Tailtiu didn't like either, but she liked it more than walking all the way to the Tower of Bragi.
"Hey, are we there yet, Father Claud?"
Probably not, but a girl hoped.
No answer. "Father Claud?" She slowly opened her eyes again, sitting up in the rumbling carriage. On her right were Grannvale's green fields and the mountains in the distance (ugh), and on her right, Father Claud's round cheek squished against his long Fortify, blond hair trailing down. He had to sleep eventually, but the Father dozing off in a cart? Who would've thought?
Knowing him to be a calm man, here he was at a brief peace. She hadn't listened to his whole speech when she decided to accompany him to the Tower, but she wasn't dumb . Peace was getting hard to find (if anyone had it at all).
Caught staring at him, his brown eyes opened. "Yes, Tailtiu?"
"Are we there yet?"
"No, I don't think so."
AN/ welcome to 30 days of claudtiu