My world moved in slow motion. All I"d known had once again warped into something unfamiliar more complicated than I would have had it. What to do?
Confusion abounded in my fragile mind. The drums may have stopped but my head still beat like the spring tide upon Europa"s western shores, and a steady humming I"d been unaware of only added to the pounding. The tone grew so loud, piqued my suspicions so much, I edged away like a scared but inquisitive mouse all the way back to the courtyard. And a mystery was a mystery no more.
There, flying high above the valley coasted two mighty Zeppelin balloons. One bore the sea-blues and canary-yellows of the Baltic Empire and the other the brilliant white that meant the Nordic royalty, the forgotten clan, were here too: wedding guests.
I had to reac
