They returned back to the carriage—the promising rays breaking through the swirling grays in the skies merely turning out to be but a passing reprieve.
It started to pour again, heavier now… the rapid pattering against the carriage walls acting much akin to the incessant buzzing growing louder, thicker, in her own head. It was a buzzing of words, a buzzing of echoes… senses… instincts… that had long been stifled.
She felt the carriage give a turn, pulling into a long, sharp left that briefly crooked her right. Hearing beyond the storm and beyond the walls, the noisy bustle of the township began to gradually fade away, lost now, amidst the continuous downpour from above.
Further down south… exercise caution… great caution. Terra's parting words accompanied her, like an open book hovering close by her ears… as if reminding her… urging her… warning her…