Emil, Aelia and Shey rode on the backs of horses past the first city wall, observing the vast farmlands.
Shey had evidently seen more sun than the twins and her black hair and eyes added to the contrast between them.
Beldin's weather, where the twins had said they were from, was cold and gloomy, in contrast with Gritjor's heat.
Aelia observed a carriage of regular farmers carrying crops headed back into the city.
"With the heat, I thought there'd be more mages to manage the farmlands." She said curiously. "We haven't run into one since the wall."
"Grains and the cotton for cloth adapt well." Shey spoke with confidence as a commoner of Gritjor. "But, yeah, I thought there'd be more."
As they were of the same path, her and Aelia had actually been getting along well.
She was a year older than the twins.
They'd been on a leisure ride for about an hour, with Shey having been showing them around.
Emil took in a deep breath and let it out.
"You two don't like reading, do you?"
