They were rare and only the wealthiest could afford them instead of steam-powered transport. Like any domesticated animals that weren’t used to produce food, horses were considered a sign of pure wastefulness. Food was scarce in times of the Undead Plague, so using it for animals enraged many purists who postulated to feed them to the poor. Juanita smiled as she watched a crowded street from inside of the richly decorated coach. She was a beautiful woman, who looked nothing like her thirty-three years. She looked dazzling, wearing a tightly fitting, bright yellow dress with a decorative bustle, accentuating her incredibly thin waist. Two stuffed chickadees adorned her broad hat matching other avian motifs embroidered by the revealing neckline of her gown and satin gloves. The other person in the carriage though, didn’t seem to pay a lot of attention to her beauty. James Hurst was also looking out of the window, with his temple pressed to the wooden side of the door. He felt a bit uncomfortable in the presence of Lady Shelley, as he wasn’t a master of small talk.
