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At least now Les knew that the figure was alive, and not a statue. She was also pretty sure that it was a man, based on the grunt. Though, it could be a woman who just grunted in deeply. Les supposed it didn't matter, she may or may not ever know. She was going to have to be content with that. So she sighed and sat there, letting her mind wonder. Eventually her eyes grew heavy and it was increasingly hard for her to keep her focus. She was lulled to sleep by the monotonous clomping of the horse hooves as they carried on at their slow speed.

When Les awoke, the carriage had stopped and the figure was gone. Talon sat on the bench across from her patiently awaiting her consciousness. Les yawned and stretched and felt a kink in her neck. Sleeping sitting up in a carriage was not comfortable, no matter how nice the interior was. Talon stretched herself and stood.

"Are you ready?" Talon asked. Les had no idea what to expect and was a bit cranky from her nap so she blurted out.

"Ready for what?" She was tired of not knowing where they were going, or what was going on. But still there was a part of her that went willingly. Talon didn't respond, she just sat again and curled her tail around herself.