In the past few days, Uzi had been thoroughly enjoying himself. He would dash about with wild abandon, his pace varying from swift to leisurely. At times, he would surge ahead of the carriages and vanish into the distance at the far end of the railway.
At the outset, Limon had ridden him to relish the exhilarating sensation of speed. But as the journey progressed, he eventually chose to board the carriage and let Uzi amuse himself freely.
The return voyage had been relatively uneventful. On the sixth day since departing from Shamen Pass, the long-awaited sight of Arizela finally came into view.
"Sir, look, we're here..." Teres's hushed voice beside his ear prompted Limon to draw back the curtain. As he did so, the large, animated head of Uzi greeted his eyes. Upon seeing the curtain part, Uzi affectionately thrust his head forward, his eyes gleaming with a familiar glint.