storm/quen/morgayne | late morning
"And aren't you burning up?" Morgayne added, "It's a million degrees out here." With the sun blazing down upon them, her skin was already glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Morgayne had thoroughly coated herself in magically enhanced cream that morning, not being to keen on looking like a boiled lobster by the end of the day, and though the sunblock certainly worked wonders, it also made it feel even warmer than it already was. She was beginning to regret not grabbing a frozen drink before joining the neverending cotton candy queue.