[The last time he came out this way, the ground was blanketed in snow which he flew over in a horse-drawn sleigh. He used to ride the trails on horseback sometimes, when the spinning of his mind gave way to a restlessness in his blood, and the castle gardens felt too cabined to hold everything he was thinking. Then two winters ago, he'd gotten abducted out in these woods. For months afterward Wilhelm had a hard time feeling safe anywhere outside the castle walls.
Even now, he finds himself glancing suspiciously at the shadows between trees, and reminding himself that Josselyn is dead, her deranged followers rotting in prison.]
There's no rule against it. As long as none of the couriers need them, but our schedules are pretty flexible.
[Being that...they make their own schedules and routes. And not all of them use the bikes anyway. Now he's thinking about Kelson again, who had adamantly refused his offer to teach him how to ride.]
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Even now, he finds himself glancing suspiciously at the shadows between trees, and reminding himself that Josselyn is dead, her deranged followers rotting in prison.]
There's no rule against it. As long as none of the couriers need them, but our schedules are pretty flexible.
[Being that...they make their own schedules and routes. And not all of them use the bikes anyway. Now he's thinking about Kelson again, who had adamantly refused his offer to teach him how to ride.]