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[color=red]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=red]Location:[/color] Pinebrook
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Rohit hung halfway out a carriage window, an arm outstretched as he tried to grab leaves from the trees they passed. The few he caught were released, his grin widening as he watched them blow away behind the carriage. He grew bored of catching leaves and the remaining twenty minutes stretched on, boredom slowing time down to a crawl. There was nothing to look at outside except trees. [color=red][i]Where are the great beasts of Caesonia’s forests? I haven’t seen a single bear!”[/i][/color] Someone told him there had been a bear attack the other night in the woods. [color=red][i]When do [b]I[/b] get to see a bear?[/i][/color] He spun his ring, sources of entertainment dwindling to the most mundane. 

He hung his head out the window again. Still not a bear in sight. Not even a squirrel. 

[color=red]“Are we almost there?”[/color] He asked the driver. [color=red]“Can we go faster!”[/color] He added, enthusiastically but not demanding. 

“It’s a bit dark out,” The driver said, hesitating, but soon the horses picked up their pace. Every bump rattled the carriage, the wind blew through Rohit’s hair and his grin returned as boredom faded. It was almost as thrilling as the coaster he’d ridden at the carnival. 

[color=red]“You are this land's greatest driver! If bandits were on our tails they would eat your dust!”[/color] He shouted his encouragement to the driver, who in turn ensured they traveled even faster. Trees flew by, their leaves now a colorful blur of green against the night. The carriage teetered as they took a sharp turn. 

[h3][color=white]Twwaaacckk![/color][/h3]

The horses began to slow, Rohit looked over at the driver who was cautiously rubbing at his face. 

[color=red]“What was that?”[/color] He asked. 

“A branch, must not’ve seen it.” Came the driver’s awkward reply. 

[color=red]“Are you okay?”[/color] He asked as another brilliant idea hit. [color=red]“Maybe I should drive! Give you a break!”[/color]

“No, no, I’m fine. And we’re almost there now.” His reply was immediate, before Rohit had even finished speaking, almost like he didn’t want Rohit driving. It was just a tad bit insulting. 
Rohit slunk back down in his seat, head no longer dangling out the window. [color=red]“I think I’d be a great driver.”[/color] He mumbled but accepted that he’d have to find out another day. 

Soon, but not quite soon enough, the smells of campfire and a glorious feast wafted their way into the carriage. They passed a small village, a series of cabins, until finally, the horses stopped in view of an arrangement of tents. Rohit found a warm greeting from the camp’s staff but heard little of what they said as his eyes wandered to the table of food, the large fire, and a crystal clear lake. Finally, something to actually do! [/color]