The carriage was dark. Covered in black fabric, it was dimly lit by an oil lamp that hung on the inside. The curtains of the window were open during the, letting the moon rays filter in. Emma was once again mesmerized by the beautiful scenery that went past her.
She was glued to the glass window as she watched soft snow falling. She had perched her legs up and rolled into a corner, watching the darkness on the outside. It was the snow that caught her attention. The way it flew past the window, shining in the dim light of a lamp that dangled from the ceiling.
While she watched outside, Lazarus was watching her. When she shivered a little, he picked up fur from the side and covered her with it.
