"They are here," Hex heard Elize say behind him.
Hex turned to face her and Jonathan. The isolation had been removed at some point. Looking at their faces, he didn't sense any suspicion.
'I think I have been discreet enough,' Hex thought, keeping his face straight. He followed their gaze, although he had sensed slight fluctuations from that direction without hearing Elize's words.
A minute or so later, a coach came into his sight. Hex furrowed.
'It has no wheels. But those would be useless if it moves like that,' Hex mused. The coach didn't move as others he had seen. This one didn't come from the road. It came from the sky. Using winged-horses.
'Flying horses. The things you see if you travel the world,' Hex thought, marveling at the magnificent beasts coming toward them.
