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“No idea,” Sky answered Ley. “While she [i]is[/i] one of the foremost magical experts, she’s also kinda-sorta a Princess, no?” He perked up as Ley mentioned being able to see the station and went over, going so far as to open and poke his head out the window, only to immediately dart it back in just in time for a branch to pass right where his head had been. Undaunted, his head went right back out the window. A couple of seconds later, he pulled it back in again, this time at a more reasonable pace.  “There’s the station, alright,” he informed Ley, some excitement creeping into his voice. 

It wasn’t more than five minutes later that the conductor’s voice came over the speakers on the train. “We will be pulling up the Peak Resort shortly. Please make sure you have all your carryon luggage with you when leaving the train. Your checked bags will be brought up to your rooms, and equipment moved to your designated storage by the Peak staff before the days end. Have a wonderful stay.” Even as the canned message was running its course, Sky was already gathering any bags Ley had brought up into the passenger car with them, as well as his one carryon, a small hardcase, no bigger than a small weekend suitcase, containing a pet project of his. 

“So, you want to see if this resort holds up to its swanky reputation?” he asked Ley as the train began to slow, the station visible not even three hundred metres ahead of the train.