LearnToShareFeanor
Erestor readied himself, passport in hand. This was it- the trip of a lifetime!
So why, then, did it feel so wrong to step off of the plane and onto foreign soil? It felt almost as if there was something...watching. Waiting.
His lip curled as he pulled the ball of lint from his pocket. "Nothing but the best in town, huh? And yet, they still have this garbage." He grumbled, tossing it away.
"Are you really griping about the lint in your suit on a day like this?