In a carriage lined with the most regal of woods, and pulled by a fair steed. The coachman whistled vividly and robustly, an old folk song to the best of his abilities. In said carriage he pulled there in sat three bodies. Two distinctly human and then third in the form more akin to a canine. An Oldman sat to himself, indulged in a book packed with poetry and prose. The boy who accompanied him however, he was sitting to the other end of the high-class carriage, doing nothing but staring out the window in abject boredom. The foxling stayed to itself as well, taking a nap well deserved from its play. Still looking out the window with no sense of purpose, Adonis asked [Where is it we are going?]. He heard no reply and soon remembered the elder could not speak. [Apologies.] he said. The elder rummaged through his bag, and then to the side pouches and found a map of the land. The boy, curious about the sounds, turned to see the elder running his fingers across the paper. He displaced himself and sat next to the elder and began to read where the elder pointed. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡLSlxsaiF0T
[Adonis: So, we just left town and are now headed to... Kustanie?] copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡdccGROdIMv
The elder nodded once and then began to run his finger through Kustanie and then in an "L" to the next town, Keifnen. From there he pointed to another town, one which dwarfed the others. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡgcbR4yqd5h
[Adonis: Eichelbalm? You will go to the capital? Is that where the town you want to go to is? Wait, that makes no sense. Where is the town you want to go?] copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡVRagoCqHir
The Oldman squinted his eyes through his glasses and furrowed his brows. He looked at every inch on the large sheet and could not seem to find what he was looking for. He scratched his bald scalp with a finger in confusion. [Where is it? 60 years and they would take it off already?] He thought to himself. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡAvDNcuCpdo
[Adonis: Are you sure the place you want to go exists?] copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡUuB5lFELSJ
The elder nodded once more. He tapped the town of Eichelbaum and then ran through three more towns, until he reached the edge of the country. [My father set me to journey with a mad man...] Adonis said to himself in mind only. The elder sighed placed the map back in the side of his bag. Out of it, he took a red envelope. The boy went back to the other side of the carriage seats and continued his brooding. The elder opened it and read in his mind. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3NBd30QuH8
To you copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡWiEA5Q4Ifi
A copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6aMHg7nUTf
From, Me. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡEW3fa7f1BX
The elder flipped the paper around, he saw nothing but the same old blank of the leaf. Again, he turned the paper and read the words. In livid fury he crushed the paper with a single hand. The noise resounded through the carriage, causing Adonis to turn his head. He beheld in his sight, a man covering his face with his fist formed and shivering. [Yup, a mad man...] he turned back and stared through the window. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9yfO8lFd3U
Hours passed, the whistling stopped, and now turned to singing. The youth was fiddling with his fingers, the elder continued his reading with one hand, and entertaining the foxling with the other. He glanced upwards to the boy and sighed soft and quickly. He spontaneously tossed the book in the twiddling fingers of the boy to his surprise. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡva5hSlpfgi
[Adonis: What is this for?] copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡvUfyaqFqrh
He breezed through the middle pages and surmised it was filled with blank pages. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBPDpYY4b2
[Adonis: Is there some purpose to this?] copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡZHc5Y4qokH
The elder nodded twice. A finger was raised and then pointed to the front of the book. Adonis closed the binder of leaves and looked at the cover. It was a somewhat large brown covered book with no distinguishing features. He turned to the front of the book and to the first page. He absorbed through his eyes, the words written in subpar handwriting, but in the form of a poem nevertheless. "Open air" was its title. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡHPBWoMn3cO
[Adonis: You want me to read this?] copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡlzpbdP9bUl
The elder did what he always did and replied with a nod. So, the boy read. A number of minutes passed and the boy responded, [Did you write this?], the elder nodded, then rubbed his neck. [It's good I guess.] The elder shot him a look that penetrated his glasses. [What's that look for?] asked Adonis a bit hesitantly. [Fine, it's very good. Is that what you wanted to hear?] he continued. The elder stretched his hand, open palmed. At first Adonis was confused, but the placed the book in his hand. The elder grabbed it and hugged its form, turned his head and then scoffed the youth. copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡdT2qY0vppP
[Adonis: Definitely a mad man...] copyright protection136ＰＥＮＡＮＡ66EI32vq6H
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