Once Alfie left Lord Noah Wakefield’s office at the magic research department, she rushed across the courtyard and headed back toward the east wing of the palace. She was walking along the intertwining pathway of the exotic garden when a massive airship floated overhead.
“Wow!” She stared wide-eyed in awe at the sight of the colossal aircraft. Suddenly, she started waving hyperactively, jumping in one place and laughing, hoping to attract the attention of some of the residents traveling in such a beautiful and advanced piece of technology.
Inside this elegant flying machinery, in the luxurious passenger quarters, Lord Victor Rutherford c****d his silver head to one side as he watched the figure waving excitedly up at the ship or, rather, at whoever the little mite could attract the atten
