I never would’ve believed that my parents would allow me to travel to Rome by myself. Well… not all the way. They did drive me to the airport in Warsaw. It was more than a three hour drive, early in the morning. It is a good thing Byral and Lyselli stayed home with Fyhal looking after them, because the ride was nerve-wracking already without my sister’s excited chitter.
Mom was fussing about everything all the way: do I have the tickets, did I remember to take my passport, am I sure I’m going to be alright?
And I don’t know. The more she asked it, the more nervous I started to get. By the time they left me alone, in the airport gates, I had to take deep breaths to calm myself. I almost forgot to take my backpack after the baggage scanner. I got through security just fine, the few potions I did pack were all in the bigger bag I gave away at the check-in. Dad reminded me to leave my water bottle with them, before I stepped through the security gates. They waved goodbye and my mom called out “I love you, stay safe!” one last time. Some people stopped to stare and I just waved back and smiled. She texted me as soon as they were back in the car. I was waiting in the line to get my bag checked and had nothing new to tell her!
All alone in the airport I walked through some of the shops, but didn’t find anything interesting. I had an hour for my plane and I spent most of it waiting by the gate, studying other passengers. As far as I could tell all of them were human! It made me a little self-conscious. I kept on adjusting my hair to cover up my ears properly.
Waiting wasn’t the worst part!
I am certain elves were not meant to fly. Two hours in a shaking metal shell was not one of my favourite experiences so far.