The two watched the sun’s first ruby rays ignite the peaks as flambéed dishes as once had in the top restaurants of Paris. They said nothing as others gabbled nonsense around them. The Zeppelin rose higher into the atmosphere much to the relief of the passengers, who for all but a few this was their first time in one of the Britannian Empire’s recently stolen and even more recently improved upon Zeppelin airships. One would have said if Queen Victoria and her children were on the trip that all the nobility of the realm should have been present. However, they weren’t, and the airship had to settle for an only slightly less glorious guest list.
“So, is it true, Headlock?” a rather loud individual boomed, slapping Headlock on the back.
“Is what true, Field Marshal Devonshire?” a clipped res
