val works out the bills because math. (valmafra) wrote in missions, @ 2012-07-12 11:41:00 |
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It was a very lovely day to train outdoors, Valmafra conceded. Much better than staring at the walls of the Garden day in and day out, but then, since when had she ever preferred to keep herself cloistered away? Half the mischief she ever caused as a child stemmed purely from restlessness, after all. No one liked feeling locked in, even small convent girls. Not that she was about to mention such details to anyone in particular, but the thought remained. So it was no burden at all to keep these training appointments as outdoors activities. Valmafra wore practical clothing, tan pants, sensible boots, a button-up shirt and vest that made her look somewhat authoritative, she supposed. The dagger was at her hip, the materia bracer on her wrist, its gems glistening in the afternoon sun. No cloak or shield this time, too hot and impractical to carry. Besides, there was hardly game to be fearful of near the Garden. Valmafra stood in the sand, hands on hips, casting her gaze around the beach. Pre-battle analysis, one might say, or just admiring the view if they didn't know her better. There were six fins slithering along just near the water's edge, Fastitocalon, a common species for the area. Just enough for basic practice, she thought. Nothing too challenging yet. There was a leather equipment bag slung across her shoulder as well, and Valmafra took a moment to reach into it for a low level thunder materia. She handed it to the young woman beside her, giving her a nod to take it. "Equip this onto your lance, please." Her voice was calm, measured, raised only enough to be heard over the current. "I shall draw them out." One of the orbs on her bracer began to glow. Valmafra knelt down to touch the sand. She ran her fingers through it idly, concentrating more on the scope of the land in front of her, calculating distance, area. The quake spell was tightly controlled, barely resonant underneath their feet. It was just enough to warrant attention. The Fastitocalon slithered out of the sand, with fins flapping and teeth gnashing angrily as they looked around to spot their assailants. Valmafra stood and brushed her hands together. "Ah, very good then." |