Starting with a brisk trot, Asyrl and Sahara's mother made their way in the direction of the castle, both in a cheerier mood than that morning. The familiar rhythm of bumping in the saddle down the dirt road relaxed Wndyr and she smiled at the few peasants she encountered, handing them what was left of her pastries from the bakery as night began to fall.
Sahara glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, smiled at his blush and continued into the cellar, eyes ahead. The gold trim of her robes glowed eerily in the flickering light of the torches posted at intervals down the long corridor. Chilly air swept around their knees, making K.B shiver and pull one of the ever-burning torches down. It made a rusty clang-swish as the metal rubbed together then silenced itself in her paw. She murmured softly and the fire blazed a warm purple.
"Come along, there's only a set amount of time before we have to leave here..."