The large plush coach wound its way through the streets of Paris.
The large plush coach wound its way through the streets of Paris. The farasi hooves made a steady clip-clop clip-clop on the cobblestones. The four occupants of the carriage rested quietly inside. Their journey had been long and they would soon be at their destination.
"Girls. Its time to wake up." alisema an older woman in a cold tone. One of the girls were already awake looking out the window. A young lady with shoulder length blonde hair. Beside her sat two ackward girls. One with black hair and the other orange-red. Both girls still lounged on each other sleepily.
"Well at least one of you...
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