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Arthur had been fairly confident he could handle the train system that morning.

He had been wrong.

However, it had to be said that the scenery - in Oxford, and beyond - had been fairly breathtaking. And... settling. By the time their train, which had supposed to take them back en route to Pembroke, broke down at a station in the middle of nowhere, he wasn't even anywhere near throwing a fit.

Instead, he got off the train, peered up at the sign that read Abergavenny, peered past the desolate station into the woods behind them, and exhaled. ~~They were lucky he didn't have a camera.~~ ( 'I maintain it wasn't my fault.' )

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Current Mood: not at all lost in abergavenny

One thing Arthur was starting to find about airplanes was that they left far too early in the morning and then arrived at places when it was already nearly dark, which was bizarre and made him feel disconnected; at least riding places had the good sense of taking several days during which time continued in a nice, linear manner.

But not flying, no.

If that meant that the... luggage... thing at number... 33? He'd had to squint to read the numbers, what with the horrible lights and all-- saw a prince who was not entirely at his best, well, clearly the modern age was to be blamed, and he was going to glare a hole in the conveyer belt while blinking repeatedly.

"I despise airplanes."

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