Shelter from the Storm
Almost a week after leaving Silver City, Leon's caravan traveled steadily across the broad, green fields of the Moonstone Kingdom. Now and then they pushed through lowland forests veiled in morning fog, now and then grasslands that glistened under the high noon sun. Small towns and cities along their route would spring into view and then disappear—like old friends waving hello, then subtly waving farewell.
By day, the sound of hooves cracking and the whisper of magic wheels hummed quietly under the blue-and-white Moonwalker emblem. By night, they slept under a starry sky, camping in magical tents, or finding quiet solace in modest roadside inns whenever a town or city lay within reach.
