Chapter 16 - Three Arts
In the Month of Frost, bits of snow fell from the sky. Even the sea in the distance had frozen.
A large, black wooden carriage slowly moved along the spiral mountain road near the sea.
The carter held a horse rein with one hand which was connected to a fierce highland horse wearing a beautifully crafted saddle, and a bronze brazier on the other hand. He would place his stiff face close to the brazier now and then, to absorb the faint heat emerging from the brazier’s vent holes.
Two sliding glass windows sat on both sides of the carriage. One of them was opened by someone—a pretty girl, looking around the scenery with blinking eyes.
As the girl had her fun, a plumpy hand reached out and shut the glass window.
“A-choo! Aleen, it’s so cold outside. Don’t do that. I’m gonna freeze up,” said the chubby boy in a childish voice.
“Humph. Brother is so weak. Look, Brother Padt never said a word about the weather. You’re the only one complaining.”
With the expectancy towards the future, Angor slowly fell asleep.