At the dwarven border, the delegation's parade of caravans rolls happily along the rolling hills of the dwarven kingdom's farming sectors, wheels creaking fast through fields and farmhouses, dwarven engines humming along, birdsong drifting in through open windows, the whole convoy blissfully unaware that its lazy afternoon has an expiration date.
Zora conjures roses to toss at a group of women running alongside the princess's carriage while guards shoo them away.
"Pip's collecting quite the following." he calls out to no one in particular.
Veena yawns, cracking one eye toward Vuvi as a moan trickles faintly from nearby. "It's two hours. Shouldn't we check on him? Or her?"
Vuvi cracks an eye open too, before immediately sinking further into her cushions. "Mmmm, he's fiiiiine. How dangerous can a pampered little dwarven princess be?"
"You said that about me too." Veena scoffs.
