The carriage was briskly moving through the lowlands of Lightning, the moon sitting high overhead as Maki reaches out the window and passes a bottle of water up to the lookout. Not much to be said beyond that kindness as he takes his seat once more and reclines it back, letting the dark of sleep envelop him. Soon they would be at the gates, he guessed mid-morning. Thankfully this massive carriage had a small dressing room he could use to look his best upon arrival.
(Topic entered/left, 60 minute run time. Heading to gates)
(Topic entered/left, 60 minute run time. Heading to gates)