[OOM] The Westersand, First Day, with Jay. (Prethreading.)

[fluffiest_archadian]

The first hour or so out on the Westersand - an area more rock and clay than sand, but covered in a heavy layer of stuff nonetheless - is relatively uneventful. A few cactus-like creatures skitter across their path. Once or twice, something that looks like a burlap sack with a large, grinning tomato for a head gets too close and is shot down by an archer.

Sherral brings his chocobo alongside Jay's after a while, glancing over at him. "Are you dealing with the heat all right?"

Comments

[runningred]

"Cheating like a bastard." Jay's voice comes from the helmet with a slightly electronic crackle but soft enough for only Sherral to hear. "The suit and the helmet are self regulating. Most of my work for the last year has been in warm climates."

"What were the things your guys were shooting down?"