Who: .... GUESS.
What: Hope and Xion are doing some work for their job gathering skyfish. Jetpacks are being used.
When: Sometime this evening, just as one of the suns is setting.
Where: Somewhere on the planet... IN THE SKY.
Warnings: Cuteness in the clouds.
[For today's assignment on their job, Hope and Xion had been assigned butterfly nets and jet/anti-gravity packs to help them fly for as long as they had fuel. Their job was to fly a safe distance from the ship that had been serving as their base to catch some of the smaller fish that were too skittish to fly near a giant airship. However, as the pair flew through the clouds, catching fish had slipped from the forefront of Hope's mind.
Ever since he was little he had dreamed about flying. Not in an airship like his friend Kai, or on the back of Bahamut as he had with Fang, but completely untethered by gravity, with no floor or beast beneath him. As he had grown up, he had forgotten about that fantasy, but being on this world had refreshed his memory. And especially now that he had been given the closest thing he was likely to get to unrestrained flight. His job forgotten, the usually quiet Hope was laughing and soaring through the clouds doing a variety of flips, though nothing anyone would call particularly daring.]