Update 2

   As she ascended the stairs she called out “Abbie! Have my carriage brought round, would you please? We are going to the hangar.”

   Abbie's voice came from below “Yes, my lady. It awaits you.”
    Teresinia smiled; her maid servant, really more of an assistant and fast friend, could all but read her mind at times.
Entering her chambers she removed her clothing down to her corset and combination, carefully hanging the clothing in its proper place. She then removed a pair of trousers, a very plain and somewhat worn blouse, some suspenders, a brown leather vest, and what she called her 'work' boots. These looked something like riding boots, although they had thicker soles with heavy tread and several buckled straps went round them. She took out her pith helmet...really her father's, which she had adopted, wrapped a silk scarf about it and set a large silver pin with a bloodstone in it to the front. She removed most of her jewelry, picked up some worn leather gloves, and surveyed herself in the mirror.
    No longer exactly young, nor particularly old yet. Not as trim as she once was, yet still fairly athletic, a little bit of extra weight here and there. Her hair was absolutely silver, and she refused to dye it for anything. She spent a few moments rearranging it from the more elegant do she had worn before into a more practical set.
    Giving herself one last look, she turned to the door only to see her brother standing there looking at her. A tingle went up her back for which she silently chided herself. He was her brother, not some cad from the gutter.
    “Well, William? What can I do for you? Is there something we did not cover earlier?”
     He eyed her for a moment. “You really ought not dress that way, sister. Especially now you are 'Lady Ravenstone'. It isn't seemly, is it?:
    She arched a brow “What I wear is no concern of yours, William. As to how seemly it might be, I am not overly concerned with the opinions of people who don't think beyond their next meal as to what I might appear as. Especially not in my own home. Is that all you have come for? To insult me? Please be direct as I have things to do.”
    Abbie appeared at her door, giving William an odd look, then looking to Teresinia “Your carriage is waiting, my lady.”
    “Thank you, Abbie. I shall be down momentarily.” She looked to William “Well? What is it?”
    William gave his head a sharp shake and strode away in anger. Abbie watched him go, then looked to her mistress “He bears watching, my lady, if you don't mind me saying so.”
    She watched after him thoughtfully “Yes, I do believe you are right. I shall see to that immediately.”
    She left the room with Abbie behind her, descending the stairs and heading for the front door. She glanced into the rooms she passed, looking to see if William were lurking about. Charles opened the door for her as she approached. “You know what to do, Charles. See it done at once. I can always reconsider later.”
    He bowed “As you wish, my lady.”
    She stepped out into the bright sunshine of early afternoon. Taking a few deep breaths, enjoying the day, she looked to her carriage. An unusual carriage it was, too. Made all of bronze, brass, and rich brown leather, with some crystals and wood here and there. No horses, this one ran on electricity, although she didn't understand just how. This was one of her father's projects and she wasn't entirely up to speed on his work. Something she would remedy on the journey to come. She climbed aboard, with Abbie, and flipped three switches under the seat, two more to the left of the steering tiller, and then depressed a bright blue button just to the right of it. A faint hum sounded, faint vibrations running through the machine. It was rather fun, she thought, although she wasn't going to tell anyone that.
    Donning her gloves, then a pair of goggles, she engaged the machine with a lever and began to drive down the hill toward the hangar. It was only about half a mile, and the drive was pleasant. She had learned to drive this carriage some time ago, before her father had passed. She sighed. At least she had been interested in his work, and in the world, and in pretty much everything. She was about to educate herself more fully with this trip she was preparing for.    Assuming she could actually get away.
    Arriving at the hangar she stopped the carriage, depressed a red button near the blue one, shutting the machine down. Dismounting, to the surprise of one of the young men who worked at the hangar. He bowed, touching his forelock. “Your ladyship. We weren't expecting you today.”
    She stopped. “I come here all the time. Why would you not expect me today.....never mind, I think I know. Would you be so kind as to connect the cable to the carriage and see that it is recharged? Thank you, Alan”
    “Absolutely, my lady. At once!” He flashed a smile and strode over to the cable as Teresinia and Abbey entered the hangar proper.
    Lady Ravenstone knew the names of everyone who had worked at the estate for any length of time. It was one reason she got on so well with people and why she had no troubles with any of those who worked the estate. Saving only her brother, and he was an entirely different kettle of fish.
    Pausing in the entrance, she looked with obvious pleasure, and no little pride, at the airship that lay within. It was long, and from this angle looked something like an ellipse sliced long ways and lying on the flat side. Or it would have been save for the long cabin lying underneath, taking up almost as much length as the bag itself. The bag was really a structure of girders covered over with a fabric that concealed and protected the machinery within. This ship did not use gas, as so many did. This one ran on the same principle as the carriage, and she didn't really understand it yet.
    The ship was pretty, and it was hers, and much of her thought and assistance had gone into the building of her. It had been her father's, yet he had often said it would be hers. It was now. She was excited and saddened all at once.
    She smiled at Abbie and began walking toward the forward loading ramp. She nodded or waved to those she passed and strode up the ramp into the great bay of the vessel, pausing to look about her. Along either side of the space were smaller compartments. On both sides were spiral ladderwells that went to the upper deck. In the rear was a bulkhead....