The second morning was crisp, reminiscent of the eastern land that had cooled off overnight and had yet to warm up in the sun. Rex sat in the front window seat of the carriage, and the other people sat in the same places as they had the first morning.
'Now's a great time to study a druid's reaction... based on her expression and, of course, those leaves.' Rex thought. 'I'm also curious what would happen if I get to fuck her...'
'What kind of reaction will those leaves have...'
Nerith sat by the window on the other side of him.
She had gotten into the carriage before Rex, which was different from the first morning. She had also chosen her seat, settled into it, and found a specific point on the road outside that apparently required her full attention before anyone else had climbed in.
The leaves in her hair were a neutral green, which was the color they were when she was applying effort to making them that color.
