[h2] The Caravan [/h2]

The eastern wind overflowed the group. The trees seemed to wave them goodbye as the 42 carts got strapped together and made way towards the gates. A couple dozen men and women gathered and were seated.

Sargom was on the second cart. She'd been there since 4 in the morning. With an iron stare she would force herself to ignore any and all of the people walking by. Not only would she be shy. She would be offended too. 

Kor was late. Kor was always late. And today specifically, he had to make an extra effort. Forgetting to say goodbye to his parents, forgetting breakfast at 2 in the afternoon. He set out to try and reach the first cart he saw. Evidently, the last cart had to have a wheel replaced and was leaving later. Seeing it riding through the city, He made his way over buildings and through halls. He ended up jumping out a window. Landing behind the back of the cart. One foot snatched by a rope, he made his way over to the cart. After he dusted himself off, he realised there were 2 others on the cart with him.

Felnor was driving the Cart. His speed would have to be unmatched if he wanted to catch up with the rest of them. His focus set on the road, his antlers drifting in the wind, he thought to himself: "Oh, what a lovely day."

Merl noticed someone crawling unto the cart. Shocked she moved closer to investigate. Though one glance of Kor left her helplessly in love. It would not be long before you could find the two hugging in the back of the cart. Relentless and ferocious kissing would follow.