While Pip's head was spinning from the baffling logic of his pre-approved pillow test, FaeLina was already on her way to commit the most serious procedural violation of her life. Her wings beat a frantic, panicked rhythm against the quiet air. 'Technically,' she thought, a bubble of useless regulation rising in her mind, 'unauthorized flight this close to an Adjudicator's spire is a Class Four infraction. But panic isn't on the approved list of justifications.'
