Leila gritted her teeth against the biting wind. Geez, why did it have to be so cold? At least this was something new, different from the extensive questioning she had undergone. It had been hard, if not impossible, to keep track of her different stories and the various officials and doctors didn't seem to like it when she told them she was deathly allergic to peanuts, then ate a PB&J sandwich the next day. She couldn't even remember half the things she had said to the colonels or captains or generals or whatever they were. Leila hopped nimbly over the outstretched feet of the tiny black-haired girl and threw herself into the seat next to her. She forced the hood off of her head, and her blue hair sprung out in a massive cloud around her head. The humidity had really done a number on her curls; they stood out about a half-foot around her whole head. “Shuttle 12-A, your launch is delayed. There will be a gap in the weather soon, but for now hold tight, complete safety procedures and wait for further orders, over.” The radio crackled, and Leila groaned dramatically. “Strap in and get comfy, we’re likely to be stuck here for a while. You wouldn’t believe how long a storm can last here.” One of the soldiers announced, and she groaned again. "My name's Mina Satuso. Pleasure to meet you and all that. And you guys are?" The tiny girl spoke up. "I," Leila announced loudly as she wrestled her rain jacket off, "am the great Duchess Leila of Fairport. And I," She sniffed regally, having managed to bundle the jacket up and toss it at her feet, "really don't like rain." She frowned, her blue eyebrows drawing over her dark eyes, and she reached up to pat her hair in an attempt of some sort of respectability.
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