The lulling sway of the carriage came to a stop suddenly. Her seat shuddered slightly, rousing her from slumber. Uncurling her form in the length of a stretch, bumping her head to the carriage door, she chuckled. A hand lifted to straighten the silken curls that had become flattened to one side of her head as she slept. Leaning to look through the window of the carriage, her eyes taking in that...which she had not see in years....
..the village of MacLaaran
