Train, Travel with Style

[Group portraits + half-road + huge world view + Western fantasy magic] A gold coin, a ticket, a random trip, and never look back. That dusk where he ran wildly under the sunset and caught only one leaf with his last leap burned in his heart for twelve years. At the age of sixteen, the train came again. This time, no one can think of leaving him behind. He will catch up to the Gust of Wind that he owes him, station by station. "A gold coin buys a ticket, and the rest of the way depends on swords, magic, brains, and a cat that doesn't obey orders."