Gears rolled over the thick snow, leaving two shallow tracks on the pallid land.
The unicorn pulling the carriage let out a neigh and then stopped in its tracks, and no matter how its driver lashed the whip, it refused to move forward, simply turning in circles where it stood.
"It's hungry," came a weathered voice from inside the carriage, "let's stop and take a break."
So, the caravan came to a halt.
The door to the carriage was pushed open, and Hewinia jumped down, her loose mage hat swinging like rabbit ears.
"Don't wander too far," came the voice of Leon from the carriage, "we'll be heading back soon."
"Got it, Instructor."
Hewinia bowed obediently, and then she closed the carriage door, quashing the intention of her senior, Dosi, to come down and accompany her.
The howling cold wind made her subconsciously tighten her collar, then she turned and walked away from the caravan to a spot where everyone could still see her, but not clearly make out what she was doing.
