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It was undeniably hot in this region of the world. It wasn't the tropical, pleasant heat that Kistiñe was used to; this heat was oppressive, dry, and more than likely deadly if someone were stranded in it for too long. However, both herself and her guildmate came prepared for both the desert environment and the little bastards that seemed to be giving their client a problem...even if it didn't look like it. Kistiñe was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a white tank top, and sandals; fashionable--and appropriate for the weather--but hardly the kind of clothing that would suggest any intent of combat; however, the Latina preferred to have a little weighing her down as possible. She was fast, and greatly preferred being mobile and maneuverable than tripping over her clothing or armor, even if it meant she was more of a fragile target...her mind wasn't on the task at hand, though, or even thinking about the potential for combat.
She was distracted constantly by thoughts of what she had seen the other day in her dream, but she would never tell anyone what was wrong. No one would buy her excuse of being a ditz--she was too quick-witted for that--but for the most part her guild mates had simply left her to her own business. The only reason she was on this job with Irina was because she seemed like the kind of girl who didn't ask questions, and the last thing Kistiñe wanted at the moment was a barrage of questions while they were supposed to be killing goblins.
As they walked through the floor of the canyon, it was eerily silent--the only sound that could be heard was the wind and the pair's footsteps. To kill time, the woman conjured up a halo and started to twirl it around on her finger; it was amusing to think that she could conjure as many of these as she wanted without getting tired or feeling drained...soon enough, her thoughts of a few nights ago were replaced with ideas for stupid party tricks; maybe she could learn how to juggle....
It was undeniably hot in this region of the world. It wasn't the tropical, pleasant heat that Kistiñe was used to; this heat was oppressive, dry, and more than likely deadly if someone were stranded in it for too long. However, both herself and her guildmate came prepared for both the desert environment and the little bastards that seemed to be giving their client a problem...even if it didn't look like it. Kistiñe was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a white tank top, and sandals; fashionable--and appropriate for the weather--but hardly the kind of clothing that would suggest any intent of combat; however, the Latina preferred to have a little weighing her down as possible. She was fast, and greatly preferred being mobile and maneuverable than tripping over her clothing or armor, even if it meant she was more of a fragile target...her mind wasn't on the task at hand, though, or even thinking about the potential for combat.
She was distracted constantly by thoughts of what she had seen the other day in her dream, but she would never tell anyone what was wrong. No one would buy her excuse of being a ditz--she was too quick-witted for that--but for the most part her guild mates had simply left her to her own business. The only reason she was on this job with Irina was because she seemed like the kind of girl who didn't ask questions, and the last thing Kistiñe wanted at the moment was a barrage of questions while they were supposed to be killing goblins.
As they walked through the floor of the canyon, it was eerily silent--the only sound that could be heard was the wind and the pair's footsteps. To kill time, the woman conjured up a halo and started to twirl it around on her finger; it was amusing to think that she could conjure as many of these as she wanted without getting tired or feeling drained...soon enough, her thoughts of a few nights ago were replaced with ideas for stupid party tricks; maybe she could learn how to juggle....