The Fyreborn Islands, Kaeleer (Second Full Day of Kaeleer)

[glacial_witch]

The Fyreborn Islands were a small archipelago in the southwest of Kaeleer. The islands themselves were covered in a thick and scrubby forest, with plenty of fruit-bearing bushes covering the forest floor. People who had taken a trip through Karla’s memories via the Cultural Fair might recognize the round, green berries that hung from the thorny

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Re: The Beach

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine would not be jumping from any cliffs, thank you, not unless somebody hooked her up with a set of those magicked wings Karla had brought to Fandom.

She would happily swim and play on the beach, though, and for now she was choosing the first of those options, glad that the water was far warmer than Fandom's would be, this time of year.

Re: The Beach

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo was not crazy, at least by cliff-jumping standards, and would not be jumping from them either. Magicked wings or not.

She would, however, try to sneak up and grab Francine's ankle from underwater.

Re: The Beach

[thatsamilkshake]

"Ack! Dragons, I am not for eating!" That would be an admirably epic flail there, with the bonus effects of excessive splashing.

Re: The Beach

[thismaskiwear]

"Relax, you dork!" Katchoo bobbed to the surface, and while she hadn't heard the warning, the flail had been epic enough to . . . convey its meaning through underwater currents or something. Look, it was effective flailing.

Re: The Beach

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oooh, you.... you..." The splashing was deliberate this time. "I thought you were a dragon!"

Re: The Beach

[thismaskiwear]

The splashing got return-splashing. So there. "The damn shame of the thing, Francie, is that I don't actually breathe fire."

Re: The Beach

[thatsamilkshake]

"After you've had those spicy tamales from Taco Loco? I beg to differ."

Re: The Beach

[thismaskiwear]

". . . okay, you got me there, Francie." Katchoo snickered. "But it still doesn't count if I can't do it at will, dammit."

Re: The Beach

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well, you're not gonna start carrying tamales in your pockets, I'll tell you that." Francine sent one last splash her way, then flopped on her back to float. "You'd forget and leave them there and our room would be nothing but flies."

Re: The Beach

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo stuck her tongue out, treading water near Francine's head. "I'm not that bad!" Yes you are, Chewie.

Re: The Beach

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'm sorry, what was that I pulled out of your jeans pocket the other day? A thousand shreds of kleenex and some mushy thing I really hope used to be one of those gummy erasers?"

Re: The Beach

[thismaskiwear]

". . . and half a pack of cigarettes." She was really sorry about that one.

Re: The Beach

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine snorted. "At least they were unsmoked so the laundry just smells like tobacco and not ashes."

Re: The Beach

[thismaskiwear]

"Francie, if they were smoked, there wouldn't be any tobacco to fall apart in the laundry," Katchoo pointed out. And splashed her again.

Shh. Just a little.

Re: The Beach

[thatsamilkshake]

Don't make her duck her head under and spit water at you like a fountain, Katina. she'll do it. She will.

"Katchoo. I trust in your superhuman ability to make things smell like ashes even when it defies the laws of physics."

Re: The Beach

[thismaskiwear]

Oh, bring on the spit-fountain, Peters. Bring it.

"What can I say? I didn't set my alarm clock the day they were handing out superpowers."