-yes. i said it. its frantastical.
o.1 forgetful
The Dalmasca Estersand was merciless. Creatures that crackled with intensity and glistened with hot surfaces repelled what ever breeze there was; condemning it to the underbelly of the sweltering air.
Penelo staggered behind her party, exhausted and shaky from exerting a massive amount of magic. To make matters worse, her suit clung to her awkwardly, making her realize she had sand in places she'd rather not mention. Even her hand perspired under the uncommon humidity making her pole slippery and clumsy.
She was able to breath in relief when Ash decided to teleport to her favorite location: The Phon Coast. When the ribbon like magic dissipated, they all came face to face with a forever blue surface that squashed a pinch of white between the two expanses. She made a mad dash past her female counterparts and chucked her weapon to the side while doing so. With out humidity to stop her, Penelo was free to dunk her head in the lukewarm waters and rinse the sandy substance of sweat and dirt from her face and bangs.
She retracted her head and rubbed her face dry before glancing over her shoulder. Fran stood alone. Ash had bounded off to use the Lady's rock; she presumed. "Too bad Vaan isn't—"She began but fell mute when the Viera shed her breastplate. It twinkled tauntingly at her. The fact that Fran crept towards her and deliberately stripped away her arms guards so slow that Penelo became petrified, made her throat dry out like the sands they stood on.
"Perhaps, you want to swim?" Her voice was sultry and Gods was her skin perfectly tan.
"—uh," she forgot how to speak.
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