[ she'd slept. Vulnerable, perhaps, just an exhausted young lady under a young man's care, but Sharon had felt safer than she had in days. She'd have to do something about her ribbon, but there were worse fates than having to wear one's hair down.
And as promised, they were Fennmont-bound. Sharon had been nothing but excitement wrapped up in habit-bred politeness, refraining from asking how long it would take or whether they were there yet. She's not a child, after all. She has control and composure.
But her eyes are wide when she finally catches a glimpse of that glowing light softening the darkness of a city that takes her breath away. ]
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And as promised, they were Fennmont-bound. Sharon had been nothing but excitement wrapped up in habit-bred politeness, refraining from asking how long it would take or whether they were there yet. She's not a child, after all. She has control and composure.
But her eyes are wide when she finally catches a glimpse of that glowing light softening the darkness of a city that takes her breath away. ]
It's beautiful...