“Is this better?” she asked, laughing and gazing at him from a few feet away on the other side of the mesh ceiling. I simply noticed that my daughter was starting to look a little annoyed. ‘It’s only been three months, Father…’
“So tell me, Bard, Geoffrey, is it?” the Regent said, opening the conversation. It was one of her own, from her old quarters; bright red silk with flaming pink highlights slashing across the front. Without waiting for an answer, she flapped her wings in his face, pushing herself rapidly away and almost causing him to lose his grip. Both Northern and Southern depots were, in essence, giant spaceships imbedded into the inner surface. What do you mean ‘awful concoction’?’
‘That’s what Father calls it,’ she thought back at him. Everyone departs. “I must be asleep,” she told the officer. The door burst open behind them. Clouds. “Princess, the communal baths are that way.”
Béla stopped, confused.