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On The Road With Violet: On The Air
“The conquest of the air? Why, I thought the great airships had conquered the air.”, Violet says in reply to Sir Rupert’s little speech. She can’t help noticing that both Sir Rupert and Nigel are quite good looking men, each in his own way. Both are tall, with Sir Rupert being a bit taller. His curly blonde hair is quite unruly and his blue eyes sparkle with both humor and that mildly mad dedication all scientists seem to possess. His mouth looks like it was made for smiling and talking at great length. All told, he reminds Violet very much of somebody’s uncle who is great fun at parties.
Nigel, on the other hand, is very much the picture of a Serious Young Man. A somewhat nervous Serious Young Man…with very nice dark hair that hangs to his shoulders…and deep brown eyes…and a mouth that looks like it would be very kissable.
At that thought, Violet blushes a bit.
“The great airships? The great bleeding airships?” Sir Rupert looks positively scandalized. “My dear Violet, while it is true that the invention of the airship allowed mankind to voyage into the air, saying that those great wallowing gasbags conquered the air is poppycock!”
Nigel steps next to Violet and whispers, “Oh, now you’ve set him off.”
Sir Rupert begins pacing back and forth, in a way that reminds Violet of her old teacher, Mr. Friddle. He stops for a moment and looks Violet in the eye.
“Have you ever watched birds flying about?” Before Violet can answer, he answers for her. “Of course you have! We all have! Since prehistoric times, man has envied birds and their ability to fly. Not float along on the wind like some great soap bubble, but fly, with all the freedom in the world! Well, my flying suit will allow we humans to share that same freedom.”
Violet has to admit, Sir Rupert is a stirring speaker.
“Oh, it sounds quite wonderful, sir. I would very much like to be able to fly like a bird.”, Violet exclaims.
Sir Rupert leans over and gives Violet a big smile. “Well, once I get the suit perfected, I’ll let you give it a try. Now, Trembly, if you’d be so good as to blow the whistle and summon Nelly, we’ll load up the suit and head back to the workshop.”
“Straightaway, Professor!”, Nigel replies as he pulls what looks like a small flute from his pocket. He blows a short and not very melodic tune from it, then goes to help Sir Rupert carry the flying suit to the roadside.
About two minutes later, Violet hears something coming down the road.
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