To say that Amelia was excited would be a great understatement. She was positively ecstatic a she road through the streets of Constantinople in the lushly decorated handsome that had been rented for her use. There were people everywhere dressed in all sorts of colorful attire, going this way and that. It was like a scene from a book, and so much more interesting then anything she had seen while living in London. People were busy with their lives there as well, moving from shop to shop, hurrying about while running errands are paying visits to people. But here in this exotic city, the colors were different, the items being sold had a sort of magic to them, and the open air booths selling things she’d never seen before with the owners shouting out to passer-bys attempting to lure them into buy what they sold. As she rode face pressed to the glass that seemed to somehow remain cool despite the sun and dust outside Amelia was mesmerized. Seeing these sorts of places and these kinds of things must have been why her father had gotten into the merchant business like he had. She would have to show him how much she appreciated the trip. Perhaps when she returned home she would ask if he would let her join the family business. Sure that sort of thing was quite abnormal for young ladies to do, but Amelia was an abnormal young lady.

The handsome began to climb a rather steep hill. The buildings as they went forward became more and more ornate with more of an air of wealth to them. They must have been approaching where Amelia would be staying for this trip. Naturally the young daughter of a wealthy merchant would be staying in only the best hotel the city of Constantinople could offer. She settled herself down into the velvet cushions, and ran a hand through her long blonde hair, her mother and sister were not there to tell her to pin it up in that ornate style that everyone seemed to think was decent and sighed. This hill was not nearly as interesting as the city had been. Suddenly some worry had hit Amelia in the stomach, wouldn’t there be other wealthy citizens of Britannia staying there as well? She hadn’t worn her corsets or the proper length petticoat for her dress. It had just been so hot when she woke up that morning on the airship, that she had thought it to be too much trouble (much more so then usual) to wear the corset, and on top of that she was wearing a light weight dress made of cotton with only small cap sleeves. Everything else seemed just too hot to wear. She hadn’t even pulled out a hat, but the sun felt so good on her skin after being in a country so cold and gray as where she had lived her whole life.