Noel rotated between peering out the window and scanning the empty ballroom, once alive with food and fest now eerily quiet. The occasional crew passed through, too preoccupied with the ship’s maintenance to get them to their room with the rest of their contemporaries. Not that they could, Noel ...

“Oh?” Noel asked to nobody in particular as the captain made their announcement about the status of the airship’s fuel and impromptu descent. Na’lumire signed off from their conversation and Noel took the chance to remove a wooden herb pipe from their coat. The turbulence didn’t bothers them, nor ...

“Quite the monologue,” Noel thought, calmly finishing their meal while her ears filled with the lineage and progeny of the Denkai Kingdom. The audio turned out to be more enjoyable than the incessant prattle of next generation monarchs. Noel waved a hand to beckon the AI waiter for a kettle of hot ...

Noel’s furred ears twitched when Na’lumire’s voice cascaded across them. They darted their eyes back and forth across the room while slicing into another piece of their steak. They didn’t make eye contact with anyone, not prolonged enough to spark this conversation anyway. Noel took another bite and ...

The AI strolled by and took Noel’s order, a simple Tarkan bison steak steak with chimichuri and wine sauce, a common meal that’a hard to get wrong and even harder to make amazing. Noel enjoyed the way that Diamond Dust prepared them at Cold Frontier, but preferred the way they made them personally ...

"Catty. Can't stand it."

Perched in a window seat close to the wing of the aircraft, Noel lounged listening to the fuss and clamor coming from their contemporaries. They looked over, able to catch the a few girls with attitudes as they made their rounds announcing their presence.

"You'd hope that ...

"Literally the driest," Noel uttered still staring out the window. They were approached by a man in a black three piece suit and pitch black shades. They averted their gaze towards the voice, assessing his dressing and possible position within his own ranks. Depending on his homeland, he could have ...

This kind of posturing is exactly why I’m in no rush to the throne. Ew.

Noel had leaned back in their booth, looking out the window by themselves. Rarely did they travel by air, so missing some of the most spectacular views was automatically out of the question if the choice stood between ...

This conference good for The Kingdom.. Not Only are they Sending a Few Noble ranking Families the Best Image is well You and your bride. Once Only do you represent Dracovis...The Next step is who do you Feel that King Was and What King you will be. You slipped your pricks a laymen's tongue they ...

"Catty. Can't stand it."

Perched in a window seat close to the wing of the aircraft, Noel lounged listening to the fuss and clamor coming from their contemporaries. They looked over, able to catch the two girls with the attitudes as they slinked off with their tails between their legs. The Peace ...