A much needed vacation (locked to trenchcoatdeath)
After her fight with Thirst, a vacation was just what Silvermane needed. She didn't want to risk dealing with the press just yet, and it just so happened that Seto's birthday and their first anniversary fell at about the same time. She'd mentioned the planned trip a bit around the Dragon Society manor, but she left a note saying where she was and how she could be reached in case of an emergency.
As for flying...well, she didn't want to use one of the Society's aircrafts for personal use, so she'd booked a flight. First class, because she had the sneaking suspicion that coach would make Seto uncomfortable. In addition, there were enough famous people flying in first class that a young superhero from Jump City wouldn't stand out that much.
First class was pretty nice, she had to admit. It wasn't quite as nice as flying in a private jet, but it was much nicer than the coach flights she'd taken with family members.
Flights still made her sleepy. Half an hour into the flight, and her eyelids felt heavy. She doubted Seto would mind terribly much if she nodded off on his shoulder...provided she didn't do something like drool on him. Nobody liked sleep-drool on them. To her knowledge, she didn't do that, so she let her head rest on his shoulder and felt herself drift off.
As for flying...well, she didn't want to use one of the Society's aircrafts for personal use, so she'd booked a flight. First class, because she had the sneaking suspicion that coach would make Seto uncomfortable. In addition, there were enough famous people flying in first class that a young superhero from Jump City wouldn't stand out that much.
First class was pretty nice, she had to admit. It wasn't quite as nice as flying in a private jet, but it was much nicer than the coach flights she'd taken with family members.
Flights still made her sleepy. Half an hour into the flight, and her eyelids felt heavy. She doubted Seto would mind terribly much if she nodded off on his shoulder...provided she didn't do something like drool on him. Nobody liked sleep-drool on them. To her knowledge, she didn't do that, so she let her head rest on his shoulder and felt herself drift off.