It was hot and humid in Tokyo’s morning when Julia disembarked the airship from Helobiae. A wiry man was waiting for her on the airfield, holding a square piece of paper with Julia’s name. He took her bag and left, walking so fast that Julia had trouble keeping pace. More people were in the streets than she had ever seen, walking briskly in all directions. A small, gnarled woman was pushing a wheeled walker as fast as Julia was walking. Another woman laughed loudly. When Julia turned back to where the man with her bag was, he was there no more.
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I hope her trust was not misplaced…. that is always a hard lesson to learn.