May 09, 2010 21:41
Less useful, this.
[The sound of stiff material unfolding with a snap, then the whisper of airs stirred to and fro.]
The Fog grows hungry and consumes the grasslands, even as it recedes from the castle that rises from Bhujerba's skyline.
[Fran's breathing quickens and she ceases speaking for a moment, accompanied by steps drawn quickly in reverse.]
The room provides a fan of simple design to stay it, but it does nothing.
[Another snap, this time of the fan identified being folded again. Steps can be heard, with increased speed as Fran draws back from the Fog that shrouds the Calm Lands. Her next words are observation, caught by the microphone without full intent.]
We are forced nomadic in the face of it, no tools made available with which to stay it.
A bottled ship, a chocobo babe, and flowered accessories. Did any receive benefit from the strange well of the week past?
audio,
we see beyond the horizon,
white room,
frustrated bunny,
mistphobic