times over it, since treating her like she was more than, well, herself, was cute. It might have even made sense if they didn't realize that in less than two days she'd have all the power that any other woman her age would have had.
At least if they had the Captaincy of a jump ship.
Which was, come to think of it, a lot more than most people ever actually managed, even now that such things existed. There were people that had them, she knew. Gerent Lairdgren, a handful of people in Space Fleet, and Alice Orange all came to mind. Princess Karina, too.
After a moment of actually thinking it through she had to shake her head. The implications there were a lot different than she would have ever considered before getting her little temporary job as an Ambassador. From a certain perspective she probably looked decently important, didn't she?
Gerent was a Countier by adoption, but also a Prince of Harmony, and the Ambassador to Earth from there. The entire planet. All of the people in Space Fleet were handpicked by Alice Orange, who was one of the oldest people alive, as well as the head of that organization. You had to be pretty special to get that kind of a position with her, Sara had heard.
Then there was her. The girl from Noram. No more than a merchant herself, really. There she was though, the first person on Earth to actually have her own ship, and her not even a Princess. She could see how someone might actually think she was important, given all of that, if they were paying attention. A good spy avoided that kind of thing however. Being noticed as special meant people were watching you.
That was always the assumption, but it might get in the way of her work, eventually, if it kept happening. She wouldn't always be tasked with watching Tor and his family. Sooner or later they'd either catch on, which most of them had already, or grow bored with her being around. Then someone else would have to take up the position of being their watcher.
Looking up she realized that Todd and Ursula had stood up, and were looking at her a bit uneasily.
Sara smiled, and almost on a whim gave each of them a hug.
"Sorry. I'm really pretty much wiped out right now. Sleeping on the ground for months and all that walking. You get the way of it. I need to see to some things before we go. Eleven?" She watched Todd first, since he was the one going. "It won't take too long to get there. We'll be in early however, so we might end up sleeping on the ship."
When the words were out of her mouth she realized that he might just take that as an invitation to do a bit more than sleep. Which would normally be fine, but Sara was already starting to run on fumes. Nothing was worse than falling asleep on someone when they were trying to get your attention.
Luckily she was dealing with one of the Baker family.
"Do you need to rest first? You really can stay here. Maybe we could send a message to your meeting and ask her to postpone? I'm sure it won't be any trouble." The words were nearly noble in accent and timing. Clearly he'd spent some effort learning how to sound that way. Sara hadn't. Her training had focused on doing the opposite. Seeming like a merchant. Her mother had raised her in the Capital, and spoke like she was a noble herself. It was better for business when dealing with the upper classes. Sara's real accent was nearly as polished as one of the Princesses, but she affected a more common one, all the time now.
She shook her head, even if the idea of spending the night in a magical palace was a pleasant one.
"That would set a bad precedence. The next thing you know I'd be sleeping until nine each day, and holding parties all night. One thing that the military taught me was the virtue of being an early riser."
Ursula gave her a final hug, then moved them all to the front of the house, out of the horribly ugly room they'd been eating lemon cakes in. Calling them muffins was a bit too lowly for what Todd had given her. If she'd gotten
At least if they had the Captaincy of a jump ship.
Which was, come to think of it, a lot more than most people ever actually managed, even now that such things existed. There were people that had them, she knew. Gerent Lairdgren, a handful of people in Space Fleet, and Alice Orange all came to mind. Princess Karina, too.
After a moment of actually thinking it through she had to shake her head. The implications there were a lot different than she would have ever considered before getting her little temporary job as an Ambassador. From a certain perspective she probably looked decently important, didn't she?
Gerent was a Countier by adoption, but also a Prince of Harmony, and the Ambassador to Earth from there. The entire planet. All of the people in Space Fleet were handpicked by Alice Orange, who was one of the oldest people alive, as well as the head of that organization. You had to be pretty special to get that kind of a position with her, Sara had heard.
Then there was her. The girl from Noram. No more than a merchant herself, really. There she was though, the first person on Earth to actually have her own ship, and her not even a Princess. She could see how someone might actually think she was important, given all of that, if they were paying attention. A good spy avoided that kind of thing however. Being noticed as special meant people were watching you.
That was always the assumption, but it might get in the way of her work, eventually, if it kept happening. She wouldn't always be tasked with watching Tor and his family. Sooner or later they'd either catch on, which most of them had already, or grow bored with her being around. Then someone else would have to take up the position of being their watcher.
Looking up she realized that Todd and Ursula had stood up, and were looking at her a bit uneasily.
Sara smiled, and almost on a whim gave each of them a hug.
"Sorry. I'm really pretty much wiped out right now. Sleeping on the ground for months and all that walking. You get the way of it. I need to see to some things before we go. Eleven?" She watched Todd first, since he was the one going. "It won't take too long to get there. We'll be in early however, so we might end up sleeping on the ship."
When the words were out of her mouth she realized that he might just take that as an invitation to do a bit more than sleep. Which would normally be fine, but Sara was already starting to run on fumes. Nothing was worse than falling asleep on someone when they were trying to get your attention.
Luckily she was dealing with one of the Baker family.
"Do you need to rest first? You really can stay here. Maybe we could send a message to your meeting and ask her to postpone? I'm sure it won't be any trouble." The words were nearly noble in accent and timing. Clearly he'd spent some effort learning how to sound that way. Sara hadn't. Her training had focused on doing the opposite. Seeming like a merchant. Her mother had raised her in the Capital, and spoke like she was a noble herself. It was better for business when dealing with the upper classes. Sara's real accent was nearly as polished as one of the Princesses, but she affected a more common one, all the time now.
She shook her head, even if the idea of spending the night in a magical palace was a pleasant one.
"That would set a bad precedence. The next thing you know I'd be sleeping until nine each day, and holding parties all night. One thing that the military taught me was the virtue of being an early riser."
Ursula gave her a final hug, then moved them all to the front of the house, out of the horribly ugly room they'd been eating lemon cakes in. Calling them muffins was a bit too lowly for what Todd had given her. If she'd gotten
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