<strong>Aimé Brigitte Augustin-  Following the Blue Ridge. </strong><br/><hr/><br/>As soon as she received the clearance for takeoff, Aimé speed off. Steering the plane with earned skill she eased her plane into the air with grace, tilting slightly to the left Aimé smiled as the excitement of take off finally hit her. The sight of the clouds breaking before her, she knew that the sight would never get old.<em>“So beautiful, this is why we fly…” </em>Finally though she dove down, disappearing from the others line of sight, gradually increasing speed Aimé worked on passing the others without them noticing till the last minute. Glad that her mask kept the glare from the sun out of her eyes, the Louisianan focused on following the zeppelin smiling even brighter<em>“oh this is so much fun.”</em><br/><br/>Increasing speed she gradually flew higher and higher, directly cutting in front of the others as she flew. Blowing a kiss to one of the random pilots as she passed him, not noticing it was The Silver Hammer. A slight shiver traveling down her spin as she increased altitude, till finally Petite Mort was near the large zeppelin, not wanting to be too close she kept a comfortable distance. All the while though keeping a eye out for the other pilots, making sure her radio was open to all frequencies she let out a soft laugh at hearing them, though chose to ignore them for now. But looking a head of her, Aimé noticed the darkening clouds and a frown graced her face.<em>"This does not look good..."</em>