Kadlawen, in a relatively uncharacteristic display, decides to take the morning off. Not doing anything with Sasha or Dato or Lalvien, or doing something for any of the other royals, or just hopping around, accomplishing miscellaneous tasks that seem prudent- just a little miniature vacation, all by his lonesome, browsing the saidala and reading tabloids and-
Vacations ever so rarely go as they ought.
He travels via whirlwind dozens of times a day. He knows how long they need, to chew him up and spit him out and set him down.
This one takes substantially longer than it ought to, and it seems to be accelerating- the spinning is normally mostly cosmetic, for him and any passengers he takes, but it goes faster and faster and he feels dizzy and confused and panicky-
And then he’s somewhere else.