The Golden Eagle
Coraline peeked at the boarding list while the guardswoman was occupied.
It seemed that she was the only female elf on the flight-- and her unapologetically Elven name had revealed her identity.
"Thank you for your help, (little star.)" The woman sighed, "If you had not come, maybe little lordling would have accident-- falling off pier."
The dovahkiin guard used a term of endearment in the old Nemayan language. Most people assumed all elves were older than they were, so it was nice that Coraline was treated her age for once.
However... talking so casually about an 'accident' that would result in certain death was a little jarring. She glanced off the high pier-- a decision, she regretted immediately. It was a long way to the ground below... and the airship would climb far higher, in transit.
Scary.
She bared her teeth, trying to hide her discomfort, "Y-you're welcome, Miss. Can I please board the ship, now?"