Kalysto was tired and a bit grumpy by the time they were boarded through to the next connection gate. He was also frustrated and bored out of his mind. He wanted something to do. He wanted to tinker with potions or weed out his garden or anything else other than stand around in an airport that smelled so heavily of coffee that it burned the inside of his nose.
He sat down on one of the waiting benches and picked up a newspaper. However, it was not in any language he could regognise, so he put it down again, sighing.
“I wish I had known it would take this long to get somewhere..”