Chapter 88: Get A Move On

As he ventured around the city for a bit longer, stretching his legs and taking in the crowded atmosphere one last time before he'd be back in that carriage for quite some time, he found himself looking in surprise at the sight before him.

He had returned near the inn, where the "carriage parking service" inhabited.

There was a man standing in front of a peculiar carriage; it was bright pink with polka dots and colorful flags displayed on its sides. Waiting in front of it were two completely opposite steeds: an all-white, majestic horse with a single horn on its head, and an all-black, brooding mare that exhaled steam from its nostrils.

A unicorn…? He thought.

But what caught his eye was the man preparing to set out in the carriage; a familiar set of orange hair and snow-white skin.

"Lawrence?" He said out loud.