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[h3]A Crash at the Horizon[/h3][/center]
[@Crimmy][@Silvan Haven][@Lucius Cypher] [@Guess Who][@Ryonara][@Abillioncats][@Ayazi][@Plank Sinatra]

Stella looked onward at her valiant knight. While she may not have been riding in on a worthy steed, she could, if she played her cards right. 

Lauren brought two friends along with her, one easily recognizable as a frazzled but ultimately still put together Gratia Mindaro. The other, whose identity was just as clear was the ever-not present, pile of Goodwill bargain bin clothing herself, Vega Venetia. Stella couldn’t help but smile until Lauren pushed her matted hair back out of her face and grinned at the Mistralian teacher/pilot/runway model.

[color=8882be]“Hey bitch.”[/color]

Suddenly the other two Mistralians, the airship, wind, surroundings they all vanished. Bells clattered through the air and Lauren and Stella were standing facing one another. Wedding dresses, a roaring audience of beloved fans. 

[color=8882be]“Wanna learn how to fly an airship?”[/color] The stunning female Adonis asked her with charisma to spare.

[color=#6050DC]“I do.”[/color] Stella said, a grin as wide as it could go, hair billowing in the wind. 

Directing Lauren and the others to the cockpit. Trying to bring herself down from the adrenaline high that she was already feeling, she raised a hand gingerly in the air, looking at her students with a grin. The woman snapped as the three students found themselves alone the cockpit, at once all holograms of crew members vanished, save for Stella herself.

She directed Lauren to the pilot’s chair, navigation controls at the ready. She slyly slipped her pilot’s hat onto Lauren’s head, fingers lingering in the girl's hair and brushing against her neck just long enough to get the point across. She leaned back on the wall just to her left, glancing at Gratia and Vega with a warm, almost motherly smile. [color=#6050DC]“Let’s hope you two bet on the right horse!”[/color]