We have made it, finally, to the airport, in plenty of time to pick up the relatives, who are coming in on different flights, but both at the same terminal. This is the city where the rival to the humans’ university is, but at the moment, there’s a big Music/ Film/ Tech/ Entertainment festival going on, and A&M, hoping to gain some exposure, has paid an arm and a leg and plastered every plasterable inch with maroon and white advertising.
The camera says, “purple,” but it’s really maroon. I can see six signs and a video screen from where I sit. Overkill, much?
Sigyn, we have a little time to look around, since the sister’s plane is late. For starters, what’s going on with the floor?
They can’t mean that the capitol square is in the airport? Not even Midgardians could be that daft.
Oh, now I see. It’s a map of the city. (Plus a yellow reflection.)
Ehehehehe! Sigyn is pretending to splash and swim in the Colorado.
Take care, my love! We wouldn’t want you to drown!
There’s a statue just over there. No one seems to know who he is.
Oops. Sigyn says it’s a lady, Barbara Jordan, who was a lawyer, teacher and Civil Rights leader. That is all well and good, but when I take over the planet, I will be making the laws, and you can be sure I will be doling out the rights with a demitasse spoon.
What is that booth-thingy over there?
A flower-vending machine! What a clever device! Sigyn, my love, would you like a bouquet? I didn’t bring a credit card, but I could go pick the human male’s pocket.
Great Frigga’s hairpins! I hear squealing. The sister has arrived–can the mother be far behind? I fear I have just had the last quiet moment I will have for four days. May the norns have mercy upon my poor nerves!