text: We flew from Perstra to Dorday. The route was free of fighter planes and zeppelins and other hoven-built obstacles. Which doesn't mean it was safe. Arilash cut her wing on the track of my the Scratch-the-Sky, from a long time ago.
  
  "Subtle, subtle Jyothky, to prepare such a trap for her rival!" said Osoth.
  
  "The wing will heal, the sky will heal. But Jyothky really needs to learn some better travel spells," grumbled Arilash.
  
  "I learned the Dozenwing Dozentail!" I called out.
  
  "No. Better travel spells," said Arilash.
  
  Another fiancée point lost, I suppose.