The Resurgent Dream
21-06-2005, 23:02
Nastenka Chekova looked quietly out at the blue sea falling away below. As one of the star dancers for the well-respected Tarana Ballet, she had been overseas any number of times, but this would be her first trip to Lictoria, a nation which had requested participation in the direct cultural exchange program.
Nastenka, to be honest, knew very little about the country she was travelling to. Lictoria had not often been in the international news in recent times. "Do you think we'll get a good audience for this tour, Annette?" she asked the young woman beside her.
Annette shrugged. "That probably depends in no small measure on how big of a deal the Lictorian press and government makes about this exchange. I'm sure we'll get a respectable audience, though, Nastenka. I wouldn't worry overmuch about it if I were you."
The plane continued its trip through the air, presumably coming to land at a Lictorian airport in a few hours.
Nastenka, to be honest, knew very little about the country she was travelling to. Lictoria had not often been in the international news in recent times. "Do you think we'll get a good audience for this tour, Annette?" she asked the young woman beside her.
Annette shrugged. "That probably depends in no small measure on how big of a deal the Lictorian press and government makes about this exchange. I'm sure we'll get a respectable audience, though, Nastenka. I wouldn't worry overmuch about it if I were you."
The plane continued its trip through the air, presumably coming to land at a Lictorian airport in a few hours.