Isabelle took a deep breath of the cold air as they departed the manor the next morning, the scent of the woods drifting into the carriage as it rolled along the path.
It was early enough for frost to be clinging to the grass by the side of the road.
She rubbed the small fluff ball on her lap who was sleeping on his back, little paws twitching in his sleep.
"Sleeping the day away?" She giggled softly.
His only response was to gently wiggle on her lap.
The morning fog had yet to fully dissipate. It clung to the trees that lined the sides of the road, and blocked out anything more than fifty feet away.
In her previous life, she'd imagined riding in an open carriage. That had included a glorious blue sky above, a summer afternoon, maybe some gently blowing flowers in a field.
It seemed like every time she rode in the carriage the weather insisted on being poor.
