Welcome to Guia de Isora, My name is Jeremie Roy and I am the manager of this hotel. I hope you ladies had a wonderful flight." The man implored as he walked up to the girls in his large man and bald scald shinning. Few other men hurried right behind him taking care of all of their luggage.
"It was just fine," Meira said giving him a slight decoy smile but truly, they were all just too exhausted and wanted to get out of that flight as fast as possible.
Meira though couldn't stop thinking about Atlas for one second while Marjorie was stressed the whole flight in a panic state that this plane might just crash. Sage, on the other hand, slept the entire way, got up, ate until she burst, and went back to sleep. And Lydia, she was there, her mind all mush and there was nothing she was thinking
