Temorali

They preferred to sail through the clear pristine skies, high above all the smoke and bustle of the industrial cities. They preferred the air up above over the raging seas any day. The skies were always beautiful to them, rain or shine. They did not mind if it was cloudy or gray; the rain was still pretty, and the gray fog could conceal the airship. If it was sunny and hot, they did not mind either; they loved the summery weather. But here they were, standing on the docks of the busy city port of Neo-London. Just a few years ago, this port would not have existed. It was strange to think that just a few years ago, there was a huge war being f