The moment the airship steadied, the wonder shifted.
Jay leaned over the railing, craning his neck to watch the clouds slip past beneath them, eyes bright with unrestrained fascination. Fritz stood near the bow, hands resting lightly on the guardrail, gaze fixed forward.
Taylor had already disappeared.
Of course, she had.
And Ryn…he was off to the side, with the usual scowl plastered all over his face as he planned however many steps ahead.
Amelia exhaled, only then realizing she'd been holding her breath.
Even with such spectacle, Ryn already had his mind on something else. Amelia understood why—but that didn't mean she liked how much he insisted on carrying by himself.
After a while, the initial awe of ascent gave way to quiet realization as members scattered to their own comforts.
She smiled faintly to herself and turned away from the view, letting the ship draw her inward.
