The invitation proved accurate.
By the time the sun dipped low enough to cast long shadows across the garden, we were already prepared. Suits and formal wear replaced our robes. The women wore dresses suited for movement as much as presence. Knight remained wrapped in his hooded robe, face hidden as always. Ash stayed behind.
When the transport arrived, it did so without announcement.
Two carts waited at the edge of the path, white and immaculate, their frames carved with elegant, flowing designs that seemed less decorative and more symbolic.
They were drawn by white winged horses, tall and powerful, their wings folded neatly against their sides. Their manes shone gold as if the color belonged to them naturally, catching the fading light with every subtle movement.
North paused briefly, taking them in. "So this is how the Griffins travel."
