It's recurring. Grey seats in rows of three on the sides. In the middle rows the grey seats are a total of four. The rows continue forward and to the back. The viewpoint is from somewhere in the middle.
How does a baby lion get on such a thing? Small enough to sneak in I guess.
She's seated somewhere in the middle of the gigantic device, on the side isle. Pretty close to a window. Some distance in front of her is the cock pilot. It moves smoothly The engines roar like a lion in the den.
Turbulence is fleeting. There's no pain. The whole affair only lasts a few seconds. And it's done.
Not so bad. It's over. That was the fear?....
But it hasn't actually been accomplished. Well, it used to be done. Quiet often she'd get on these gigantic devices. But somehow now, something was stopping her. Perhaps it was the last time she actually went on and couldn't take the turbulence...
Once it seemed like a sort of fun, thing to do. Now it was just a barricade.
There's a lot waiting once Lioness lands. She wants to land, she wants to stay for a minimal amount of time in a foreign place, but can that be done?...
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