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Princess Ottoline took over the only window by which he could be seen, and stared. Jehan once went over to comfort her, and she snapped at him that the crash was bad enough without being treated like a lioness on display. Mournful, he came back.
"She's so distraught," he said.
We trudged into the dirigible in the gray before the dawn. Princess Casilda for once had her privacy, as all the revelers still slumbered. The captain himself did not look ready to dress us down for the lack of neatness in our uniforms.
The clouds held just a tinge of pink as the dirigible lifted off.
She wondered what privacy was like among the fae as she walked between the towering trees. Did they expect you to conjure a glamour to hide whenever you wanted some? But four-leafed clovers were not that rare. And many of the beings could not cast glamours, if folklore was right.