Royal Air Force Foreign Eagle
4:30PM
"Madam Councillor, we are making our approach to land on Extrithica."
Grazia Marelli woke up, initially disoriented, but quickly remembered what was happening, and nodded in thanks to the aid who was standing next to her. "Thanks Enrico. I'll be getting ready." She stood, walked to a nearby seat and fastened her seatbelt, looking out the window into a bleak sky, hoping the visit would be better than what the sky seemed to foretell. It was a last minute trip, having come up a few days ago. She had just finished a meeting with her Council of Advisors when she received a notice that she was expected to represent Sartoria at an official visit to some country northeast of Selene...Nonfreesonia was it? It seems they were making their way out of isolation, and were approaching several nations to establish ties. That was awesome, but why did she have to be the one to make the trip? Not that it mattered at this point. She had a job to do, and would do it to the best of her ability.
She felt the touchdown on the runway of the National Airport, managing to overlook a huge formation of buildings further way, probably the skyline of Extrithica. It was truly massive, moreso than what the brief she read had implied. She saw a delegation over to the side, waiting for the plane to make a complete stop and for her to walk down the stairs. She readied her papers, until the captain turned off the seatbelt sign and she stood up again, talking with some advisors until the front door was opened. She looked out through the open door, took a deep breath and started walking down the stairs.