Raegar reclined in the noble section of the Carrier, its polished wood paneling, plush velvet seats, and intricate gold accents. Their guide, Sarah, had ushered them here upon recognizing their status.
The four of them lounged in the comfortable surroundings, exchanging light banter as they waited for takeoff. ''This place is amazing,'' Zahara commented, glancing around in the compartment.
''Yes, it is,'' Selene answered, bouncing around on her seat. ''I've never been on one of these; the tickets were too expensive.''
As the girls chatted, he stared out the window as the girls gossiped, watching the staff rushing around preparing to take flight. Just then, Selene sat beside him, smiling. ''Have you ever been in one of these, Rae?''
''Yes,'' he revealed, as the old memories came to mind. ''Mother took me on one for a party in the Northern Lands; she has some friends up there, it was cold, horrible, and I saw something while flying there.''
