"HUUUUFFF! ALMOST THERE, MIN!" Ahrie grunted, veins popping as he shoved the back of the carriage.
"I–I CAN'T—MY LEGS ARE GIVING UP!" Min wheezed, knees trembling like overcooked noodles.
"PUUUUSH!" Ahrie barked, summoning every ounce of strength left in his soul.
"1–2–PUUUSH!"
"1–2–PUUUSH!"
Their chant echoed across the empty road as the carriage crawled forward inch by inch.
After what felt like forever, they stopped, both gasping for air, arms dead and faces pale.
A soft giggle came from inside the carriage.
Ahrie and Min turned their heads in sync.
Charlotte froze mid-laugh.
Without a word, they yanked her out.
"W-wait—!" she squealed.
"You'll push with us," Min said, voice trembling with vengeance.
"Eh? But I'm a—"
"Shhhhh! No excuse!" Ahrie cut her off, pointing dramatically toward Glimmerfen. "PUUUUSH!"
And so, the three of them—and their miserable excuse of a horse—formed a pathetic convoy.
