Moan

Enya stepped down from the carriage and admired the low houses and stone walls built on the grassland.

On the boundless grassland, where the horizon stretched endlessly no matter how far one traveled, even a one-story building had a strong presence.

“Where did they get all this stone?”

“The caravans must have built it bit by bit as they came and went. These houses and walls probably weren’t here from the start.”

Tarmin said as he jumped down last from the carriage bed and pulled down his backpack.

Instead of responding to Tarmin, Enya folded her arms over her chest.

She turned defensively and glared at Tarmin with suspicion.

He felt a pang of guilt, but asked Enya as if nothing had happened.

“Enya, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Taal,”...