"How's it going there, Cony?" Alvin asked from the carriage, as it left the alleyways onto the road.
"Um, I guess their moving is a good sign." He replied, having his gaze on the reins which he held still as if anymore movement could cost his life.
"It's just a horse, how hard can it be." Thelma's voice came from behind, a nervous smile creeping up his face instead.
'Horses you mean.' His eyes now on the two before him, he gulped down hard as he stared back at them.
Minutes later, they were trotting away past other vehicles at a sturdy pace, yet he couldn't help but watch.
For after every few moments they'd snort and snicker at each other, occasionally shooting glances at him as they did.
'Are they scheming something?' Cony wondered, chuckling to himself on such a possibility, before brushing the thought off the next second.
Meanwhile in the carriage, Thelma looking like a real lady of her age sat one side while the so-called knights were opposite her.
