Walking through a hallway were three figures, Zlatan taking the lead while the other two followed behind almost silently.
'According to Alicia, Tilon is quite far and so I'll be needing a...does it really have to be a horse? Darn it, there must be another way.' Zlatan was in deep thoughts, plotting out his next moves.
*YAWN!
"Yum–Yum, are we there yet?" The small usuals frame of Belle could be seen, as she rubbed her eyes and yawned. In her nightwear, she still had the metal tray with her, now secured under her armpit.
"I don't think so, little sister." Alicia went to gentle catch her, having noticed her movement disorienting. As quite down into sleep, Belle went to support her head on her.
'I'd better hold it instead.' She went to grab the tray and with a slight pull, she felt the grip on it tightening. Continuing to pull it, the difficulty did nothing but increase. Being unable to tell how she was managing to even do that, Alicia gave up on it.
