Lurching away from the coastal station under the unleashed Kinetic force of sigils scripted on heavy wheels and axles, the train started its day and a half long journey inland carrying plenty of people and goods - but also particularly two very different women. The sliding door that muffled the noise from other passengers to something tolerable and single essence lantern were the only real attractions other than the window outside.
Nysoi had booked a partitioned area with bench seats that faced each other for herself initially. Now, Corde hez Iralev herself sat with her back straight against the hard seat, watching the port town shrink through the window. In the time available before departure she'd had a meal and a bath, changing clothes brought to her by the younger woman that annoyingly fit perfect.
