"Amie," Lilior spoke gently, looking out of the window. "We're almost near."
The carriage slowed just enough for the shift to be felt, the steady rhythm of the wheels changing as they began the climb.
The sound of hooves against stone grew more pronounced, echoing faintly as they moved along the path leading up.
Amethiel's fingers tightened slightly against his lap.
He wanted to squeal.
He wanted to jump out of his seat and look out properly, not just through a controlled glance.
But at the same time, there was something else sitting in his chest.
Something unfamiliar.
Nerves.
He was nervous.
It wasn't unpleasant.
It didn't feel like fear.
But it was there.
'…So this is what it feels like,' he thought, his lips pressing together slightly. 'Interesting.'
Amethiel just casually glances out, keeping his posture composed, his movements controlled.
And indeed—
He saw it.
