People were everywhere and yet they were scarce. Taxis pulling up and pulling away as soon as they arrive at the arrivals bay, seemingly never short of ready passengers. Children clinging to parents, grumpy and tired, not at all pleased at being woken from their in-flight naps. Airports this early in the morning always seem to have a soft hum about them, where people sluggishly await a pick up; a coffee; luggage; loved ones, and yet in that sluggish manner there's a rush- a sense of great urgency. But then most want to hurry home after extensive flights, thus the urgency. The morning sun had yet to break through, though the eeriness and calm of dusk was ever present.
A hunched figure sat atop a navy blue duffle bag, the peaks of dark hair visible from under a hood. Their leg bouncing to an apparent beat, hand tugging on a airport regulation tag on the bag. Two others had now stopped by and were speaking in hushed voices, stealing glances at the seated person.
"That must be her, Scott."
"Alright, well let's find out."
The duffle bag lounger looked up at the ambiguity of the oncoming strangers shot conversation, more dark hair spilling out from the -now visibly- very large hood.
A woman, white hair, kind eyes, smelt like fresh coffee and hydrangeas.
A man, red shades, stern features, about a foot taller than the woman.
Must be them.
Standing, taking the hood down with her, the girl waited expectantly until the duo reached her. The woman smiled kindly; motherly almost, whilst the man gave a small (still kind) smile of his own. She made the first move.
"Hi there, Sara is it? My name is Ororo Monroe, this is Scott." Her tone was soft, pitch even, no hesitation nor uncertainty.
Confident, assured, kind. Definitely motherly.
The girl, Sara, cleared her throat, giving an incline of her chin in acknowledgement.
"Yeah, I'm Sara."
Another bright smile.
"Great! Well let's get going, shall we? We've got a while to go and it's awfully cold out here. Is this all you have with you?", Ororo gestured to the duffle and backpack.
"Yes" Sara shouldered the backpack and lazily picked up the bag.
"Alrighty then scott, you have the keys right?"