sleeplessCartoonist
World-Renowned Dawdler
Mahna stared out the window, wrinkling his nose. He watched as they left the city's borders and into the countryside. He knew it'd be at least a day or two before they were actually home; riding throughout the night would be unwise, and the only possible shortcuts were dangerous. He sat quietly, soon beginning to drift off to sleep. His father would awake them when they arrived in a suitable town, anyways.