The road to Tigan was quieter than Aren expected. For most of the ride, there was nothing around them except farmland.
Wide stretches of green rolled past the windows, broken only by the occasional farmhouse or storage shed sitting by its lonesome in the vast fields.
The road itself was narrow but well-kept enough, mostly because nobody had used them for a while. It cut straight through the fields, almost like a painting that the artist forgot to add anything interesting to.
Miu had fallen asleep twenty minutes ago.
She had insisted that she wasn't tired, then proceeded to slump against the window with her arms folded and her cheek pressed against the glass. Every few bumps in the road made her head knock lightly against it, but somehow, she didn't wake.
Stella sat in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel and the other resting near the gear shift. But the way she furrowed her eyebrows from time to time suggested that her mind was still lingering on the happenings in Misarck.
