she
been invention rather than improvement. Mist, distance, and the creature's movement conspired against clear imaging.
"Flying?" Klimov said. He turned to his wife. "This is wonderful! Our captain has done well, little dove."
Adele blinked at the affectionate diminutive—Klimovna certainly wasn't little nor could Adele imagine her as a dove, but that was between the couple. Nor was Adele particularly offended by the Count giving Daniel credit for what she had done; she'd read enough to know that Novy Sverdlovsk society was straitjacketed by preconceptions of rank and gender.
But it was also true that it didn't make her like Klimov better.
A warning whistle blew; red icons pulsed on the displays of those within cancellation fields. The Princess Cecile lurched sideways, then
"Flying?" Klimov said. He turned to his wife. "This is wonderful! Our captain has done well, little dove."
Adele blinked at the affectionate diminutive—Klimovna certainly wasn't little nor could Adele imagine her as a dove, but that was between the couple. Nor was Adele particularly offended by the Count giving Daniel credit for what she had done; she'd read enough to know that Novy Sverdlovsk society was straitjacketed by preconceptions of rank and gender.
But it was also true that it didn't make her like Klimov better.
A warning whistle blew; red icons pulsed on the displays of those within cancellation fields. The Princess Cecile lurched sideways, then