A sudden squawk filled the silence and pulled Ada out her trance, she got distracted while chanting spells at the bi-glass-thing and started singing a song to herself in her head. She hadn't noticed that Willow had stopped and was eating some grass. Blinking slowly like waking p from a deep sleep Ada realised the night chill was settling in. She sighed and her breath appeared in a misty cloud before her eyes. She covered herself in a deep red cloak and threw a thick blue blanket over Willow to keep the chill at bay. He grazed while she stood on her drivers seat with a star chart to pinpoint her location. She appeared to be moving East, [i]good, on course. Where is that blasted rabbit?[/i] 

Ada decided the glasses were just another strange trinket she found and absent-mindedly pushed them into her pocket. Strolling around the wagon to get some circulation back in her body she found two books lying in the dirt seemily randomly thrown down. One was small and had a drawing of a man slaying a mighty dragon, the other had the strangest cover had ever seen with weird runes covering the front cover and every page inside. She felt a chill run down her back, she hadn't seen witchcraft such as this for a very very long time. She turned each page as if it contained a poison that could kill her with one touch. 

Back on the wagon she put the dragon tale to the side and fetched a silver tray out the wagon along with a hare she traded for yesterday in the town. Somehow remaining sitting on the roof of the wagon while it bounced and swayed over the uneven road she tore out pages from the black book and burnt them slowly, one at a time, making sure the fire devoured each page. She used magical fire to ensure each page was burnt until it could no longer be burnt any more. The ash fell in the silver tray. Ada kept a sharp ear for any illegal magicians that may be in pursuit of her now that she had the book but she feared the covers the most, it was covered in some shiny and smooth material that was separate to the parchment yet she could not turn it without a piece of thick parchment following, and it was completely see-through. Using a simple levitation smell she held the skinned hare over the flame, cooking it slowly.

Something was amiss. Too many strange things in one night, Ada suddenly sorely missed the rabbit.

She did not sway off course and kept firmly parallel to the road.