Bráanzalia, May 2015
The airport sign read Welcome to Bráanzalia. As the passengers exited the plane, they each received a flower symbolizing the national flower, which was a beautiful purple-pink-and-white orchid all rolled into one. It had a subtle scent to it that was very therapeutic and refreshing.
As Ari picked up her bags after going through the regular airport routine, she bumped into a slender young girl.
“I am so sorry! I was rushing to get to my driver. Are you okay?” Ari said as she helped pick up her things.
“Yeah, I am fine. It’s my fault too. I didn’t look where I was going,” Anna replied.
“Great, as long as you’re okay. I have to find my driver,” Ari said.
“I understand, Ari. I think you dropped your water bottle,” Anna said.
“Thanks. How did you know my name?” Ari a
