Karl followed Loretta off the trolley, not nearly so worried about being seen. A vengeful shaw pilot knowing what he looked like made him a lot less worried about someone he hadn't seen in a decade recognizing him.
The crowds around the grand airships weren't as big as when the shaws first arrived. Karl never forgot his older brothers dragging him into those nightmare swarms of people when he was too young, and too small, to resist. He'd spent the whole time terrified of either getting trampled to death or losing sight of his brothers. He hadn't been back since until today.
He couldn't decide if he'd been too afraid to notice back then or if the designs of the ships had changed that much in twenty years. Unlike the sleek silver military airships patrolling out of Stensue, none of the fer
