From here to where. (INV, training)

Chyone simply found a solution to what had plagued all inhabitants of Hueco Mundo since time began. It was the age old enemy, the blight of travellers. You could not go from anywhere to anywhere without forcing yourself through this. Could not get to your front door without forcing yourself through the inconvenience, of walking. Walking. Through the dry biome of the infamous white sands. Where it got between your toes, into your shoes, into your teeth. It made the flesh of others course and taste...well like sand. And she was fed up with it. It was exhausting turning everything she walked on to ice, controlling water for miles and miles just so she could have a nice solid floor to walk on.

And so it hit her, while she was traversing a particularly irritating dune, why should she walk everywhere, why should she float everywhere. Back in her day, they would use a good old fashioned horse. Or so she had read. But these things seemed to buck, they seemed to make a lot of noise and require a great deal of brass, a certain figure, a posture. In any case, she lacked it. What worked for her however, was a large horse drawn carriage. Made of pure opaque blue ice, a pleasant but solid light blue, the interior held two large seats with a soft snow floor. The driver was absent, the leashes attached to the four horses 2x2 at the front.

As the last of the horses formed, she stepped to the door and it swung open without noise, welcoming the lady of the carriage in, then swinging gently closed behind her with a soft "whumph" she seated herself at the back, the windows were opaque but with a wave of her hand, one became transparent, allowing her to see out. It was freezing cold in the carriage, the seats were slightly damp, perfectly contrasting to the bone dry sands that lay mere feet away. She willed the carriage forwards, first at a gentle trot and then faster as they charged across the top of the dune.

As they reached the edge and went to veer off, a path formed beneath it, the width of the carriage plus a raised meter on either side like footpaths. They went off the side of the dune and the path stayed under them, simply going forwards over the sands and not down. The horses at the front, still charging and still speeding up, bucked their heads down and gained more speed. The sands became a blur of white and Chyone let out a soft laugh of pleasure, watching the hollow below clamber over each other in desperation to reach her as she sailed over their heads.

The carriage lurched forwards into Cero speed, she sat back in the car, turning the window opaque again. Knowing where they were going and able to feel the area around them, powerful hollows below stared up in defence, sure to feel they were being attacked. But instead watching as a horse drawn carriage sped by, and in a flash of snowflakes, sped off into half-bala speed.