"Uh...yeah, I suppose that we do.." She said, biting her lip. moments later, though, her smile returned, and she ran back over to him, tugging on his arm. "C'mon, then. what are we waiting for? We don't want to be late for our own honeymoon!"
Glea grinned at her, nodding. "Right!" He nodded to her, slinging both her pack and his over his shoulder. They then began the long walk through buburimu towards Bibiki Bay. It was a sunny day, not a hint of the wind storms that usually ravaged the area, and most adventurers either waved a friendly hello, or nodded towards them in greeting amid their battles of training. Many a mile and a few hours passed along the dusty road beneath their feet in what seemed like no time at all, as they keep a quick pace, striding forward hand in hand, talk of what to go see first or what to do bubbling up rapidly among them. Time passed by so quickly, in fact, that they were amazed when they looked up and noticed that Mhuara was already to their left and the gently downward-sloping cliff that lead towards the bay was already before them. What wasn't so surprising was the fact that once again, they heard the cry for help of one who felt their life was in danger. Down below, a lone fisherman was being chased by a very angry-looking pugil. Instantly, Glea let go of Elute's hand and charged in, drawing his sword, yelling for the person to hang in there. Elute stomped her foot, sighing indignantly as she yelled for Glea to wait up for her.
Ironically, she actually got there first, since she was wearing none of her armor save for her boots, and wasn't weighed down nearly as much. She took a quick couple of slices at the pugil, then jumped back in shock as she saw its bright blue blood splatter across her boots, and almost her dress as well. "Damn this dress..." she thought. It looked very pretty, but it was such a hindrance when it came to battle! Luckily for it, Glea was quick to provoke the pug away from her, shield bashing it to stun it, and laying nito it with a Swift Blade, his sword glowing with a mysterious energy as he cut the fish's defense to ribbons. Elute took that as a signal to cast Holy on the "poor" thing, the blast of purity energy completely obliterating it. She then playfully stuck her tongue at Glea as she claimed the kill as hers. Then, they both cast Cure II on the fisherman, who insisted on giving them part of his catch as a reward for saving his life. and hence, a few scrumptious-looking (to elute, anyway--Glea would rather they be cooked) fish were added to their packs. Afterwards, they trduged on west, through one tunnel, past the mystical song runes that held the ancient tune of two star-crossed lovers torn apart--and into another tunnel, emerging a few minutes later in Bibiki Bay, just a short distance from their departure point.
The sun was starting to hang rather low in the sky as they walked up to the ticket counter. There, a rather young mithra with short-cut purple hair was filing her claws carefully, inspecting them every few moments or so to make sure they were still becoming sharper. The young couple strolled up to the counter, and inquired abotu pruchasing some tickets. "Eh, not forrr the last crrruise.." the kit at the counter said, shrugging casually.
"well, why not?" Glea asked, curiously.
"It's not full or anything, is it?" elute asked, a bit nervously.
"Nah..." she replied, pointing over towards the docks. "It jes left a minute orrr two ago, you know. Have to wait for the next one."
Elute crossed her arms. "How long is THAT going to be?" she demanded.
The girl looked up at her, surprised that anyone would have any sort of attitude towards HER. "Iono...a couple o' 'ours?"
Elute sighed, so irritated that her tail stod straight up. Glea put a hand on her shoulder, and she jumped, turning around, looking ready to sock someone in the face. "Relax, hun," he said reassuringly. "We can go fishing or something for a while, and I'll make sure to get the tickets now, ok?" She nodded, still looking a bit tense, but more relaxed than she had been a minute ago. Glea dug through his pack, handing her his carbon rod and his trusty minnow lure, which was still almost brand-new (he was not one to go fishing often). He then went over to the ticket counter while she headed for the docks.
Several minutes later, he returned, frustrated, but with two tickets in hand. "I dunno what her problem is..." he grumbled.
"no respect for anyone..." elute said, rather absently, as she cast the line out into the water.
and so that was how they passed the next two hours, Elute fishing contentedly, Gleason pacing back and forth on the docks. In the past half hour or so, he had been joined by an Eft, who liked to follow him back and forth, it's shiny black eyes staring up at him quizzically. He had fed it once, but after Elute's insistence that they needed the fish for their OWN dinner, he had held off from tossing it anymore fish pieces. It seemed not to get the hint yet, though, and followed him constantly, trying very hard to mimic his strides, teh short, stubby reptilian legs taking about 5 steps for every one of Glea's. Finally, though, as the sun was starting to set, a raft, perhaps the same one Glea had proposed to Elute on, pulled into the harbor.
It was time for them to embark.
