Xion stirred in his sleep. His entire body swayed gently as if caught in the rhythm of waves. A salty breeze caressed his skin, or at least, that was what it felt like.
Somewhere in the hazy depths of his unconscious mind, faint cries echoed.
Seagulls?
Xion's eyes shot open, and he bolted upright. His heart hammered in his chest. He blinked rapidly until his blurry vision settled on the dimly lit interior of the carriage.
The sway. The seagulls. It was all but a dream.
In fact, it was not even a seagull but a hen crying loudly before going silent all of a sudden.
The familiar creak of wooden wheels turning on uneven ground fully shook him awake.
His initial panic dissolved into confusion as he looked around, taking in the plush interior of the moving carriage.
A soft ray of sunlight filtered through the partially drawn curtain. It danced across the floor of the carriage where Xion's old and worn bag was placed along with some other necessities.
