Xenia sat cross-legged as peaceful wind blew through the grass beneath her, her hair was packed neatly in a bun, and her sword rested between her upper and lower lips.
Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady.
She had sat there for about three hours on end, unshifting and unwavering.
The coachman tended to the horses in his usual fashion, daydreaming about going home to his family soon, not paying any mind to the red-haired woman cultivating.
Suddenly, a huge, shadowy, and rectangular shaped wormhole appeared. It was in the shape of a giant door, similar to the ones in the Ironfell castle halls.
The sudden appearance caused the coachman to jump slightly backwards. He quickly pulled his dagger and slowly backed up into the carriage unknowingly.
"Miss Xenia!" He called out to the woman who didn't seem to notice that anything was happening at all.
