I hope my words find you buoyant, lissome and quickening in the winsomely whistling wake of the newly-come Novemberly winds as they whisper auguries of approaching holiday cheer with sibilant tongues. Or at least I hope you’re warm, dry, and have a good wine-buzz going on like I do, (zinfandel this evening; gods, I love the stuff…)
Welcome to the Empire Ms. Lunastare and thank you for the gift of friendship!
Ah, tis the same way in the airship. The passengers are content in their cabins and the drifting motion gives them a sense of comfort. Once they move from the interior cabins to the windows and veiwing cupola they marvel at the sights!
This way my lady, follow the other passengers.....