Home, they were home; at least that was what she told herself as the plane set down on the tarmac and started taxing to the hanger. There were, of course, a few perks to being whatever it was she had become. Princess of the Shinning Court, yes, that, but also one of the three candidates for High Ruler over the world of the Pure. And she had never wanted it. Closing her eyes Dawn rested her head against the window, feeling the cool plexi glass against her cheek.<br/><br/>D.C. would hopefully be different from being in the midst of the Kingdom of the Hearts, being part of the Shinning Court. Upside at least was that no Court directly had influence over D.C., that was part of the agreement humans had made with them, though Maryland still fell in the Kingdom of Liberty. But D.C. could be hers, modern, political, but human politics, not the Pure's. That was some relief. The fasten seat belt sound went off, meaning they could stand now and so she did, happy that her seat was in the front, away from her guards and handmaidens, grateful for any sort of privacy she could have these days. Absently, for in the past few months she had gotten use to it, she spun her glamor around her, making her appear utterly mortal. It wove itself into the same glamor that had protected her for twenty seven years and given her a wonderful childhood. Though compared to most in her new world she was still a child.<br/><br/>Her starlight hair was simply a pale golden blond now, and her eyes just seemed to be dark blue; smoothing down the grey suit skirt that covered her upper legs she picked up her satchel, a well worn leather bag from her college days, and the blazer that went with the skirt before making her way to the exit. The flight attendants, air tied elements she believed, had set down the stairs already and dipped slight curtsies to her as she passed.<br/><br/>Yet another thing she was not going to miss in the least.<br/><br/>Out in the slightly humid late spring air she found herself smiling even as her white shirt started to cling to her skin more, loosing some of its elegance, not much though. This was, had been home for years now. Ever since she left Columbia after graduation and she loved the thriving feel of the city, the corruption and glory side by side, the hopes that flourished, the grandeur of the old State buildings. She wanted to go back to her old apartment, wanted to get to work. But instead of reporting this time she would be the one reported on.<br/><br/>This was suppose to be a diplomatic mission after all, she had become the new face of the Pure to America which meant she got things like White House dinner's as the guest of honor. Lucky her.<br/><br/>A stretch limo was waiting for them, which nearly made her shake her head. They expected them all to pile in there? With luggage? But then her eyes spied a SUV, as black as the limo, waiting as well. Smart. This was of course all paid for by the Shinning Court; couldn't have their heir and their High Ruler hopeful seem anything less then posh. Turning Dawn watched as her 'people' left the plane, the handmaiden's first, three of them. And then the guards, Connal, Roarke, Gwydion, being those closest to her. There were others, new men assigned to her who she didn't really know yet. Four of them all told. She gestured for Connal, Roarke and Gwydion to join her in the limo along with the handmaidens, the others could ride in the SUV wherever they were going.<br/><br/>A few of them had been unsettled by the plane, she wondered how they would take to cars, or busy streets, or hell anything modern. It was going to be a very long day.