Snippet #1493796

Keagan stared out the small window, his chin resting on his hands. There was really nothing much to see, but he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

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"Keagan, there's a letter for you." his mother said holding out a white envelope.
Keagan was in middle of cleaning his swords, tilting his head ever so slightly at the sight of the letter. "A letter... for me?" he asked. With a confused look, he hesitantly took the letter, nodding a thanks to his mother. Perhaps it was his father... but they havent heard from on for years. With a small frown, Keagan slowly opened the letter, his eyes quickly scanning over the words.
"So, what does it say? Is it from your father?" his mother asked with a hopeful expression.
Keagan shook his head. "No... not from father." he answered, handing her the letter so she can read it herself. "Sorry.." he murmured, staring at the ground. His mother smiled, neatly putting the piece of paper into the envelope. "For what? There's no reason for you to be sorry Keagan-kun. Do you want me to help you pack?" she asked. Keagan looked up. "No, I'll be fine...."

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Maybe he shouldnt have left his mother all alone. He was so deep in thought that he hadnt realized the plane had finally landed. The person sitting besides him, tapped his shoulders. Keagan looked over, snapping back to reality. It was quiet rare for him to daze off like that. "Ah... thank you." he said politely before getting up. As soon as he feet touched the hard ground, he was slightly relief to be on land again. To tell the truth, he really wasnt a fan of riding in the plane... especially if you have a long ride.

Easily walking through the crowd, Keagan looked around to see if anyone was there. Now where exactly did he have to go?