Stigma had not been that far from the Dalmascan Deserts. It was probably give or take five miles. On the way there, Grant had completely rounded Rabanastre, avoiding the Dalmascian capital altogether. They would make easy work of the Ogir-Yensa Sandsea. They met some opposition from those that dwelled in the Sandsea, but it was nothing that a swing of Savayna’s sword couldn’t handle. She would tell him to keep driving, and she would handle any hostiles that came their way. 

Once they moved out of the Sandsea, it was into the Dalmasca Westersand. A lot of ground to cover, but not as many hostiles. There were a few wolves that followed, but Savayna would lay waste to them with a simple blizzara spell that she found was as powerful as a weak Blizzaga spell due to the amount of visible, swirling mist in the area. It might’ve made the wolves twice as big, but with Savayna’s proficiency of Ice Magick, it wasn’t even a problem for her. She cleaned house as they would come.

Over the course of the next few hours, the Estersand proved similar ease. Some blizzaras here and there, and they were int he clear, Savayna would suggest pushing it into overdrive. Apparently he agreed with her, so much so by pressing a special button that warped them into ten times the speed, crossing so much land that Savayna wasn’t ready for it. Forward they went, trailing along the waves of mist that were visible as if it were homing on the essence of mist itself. Before Savayna knew, they were at Paramina’s Rift. 

Savayna would gather herself before they continued at normal speed. If Jaakuna were here, he’d probably be puking, so that was one thing she had over him. 

Finished gathering herself, Savayna gave Grant the signal, and he would continue along the journey. Not even ten minutes later, the duo arrived at Mt. Bur-Omisace, or to be percise, about twenty paces from the entrance to Mt. Bur-Omisace. They couldn’t go any further on account of two things: the people gathered outside of it - refugees - who were making an uproar to whoever was blocking the entrance. 

Just ten seconds before Grant stopped the motorcycle, Savayna jumped, using the mist to guide her icy glide in the air. With her Ice Queen in hand, Savayna hovered over, the sight of the refugees of all make seeing her. As she came to the entrance, she saw five flying machines that noticed her. But just a moment too late. Savayna swung her sword forward, [color=lightblue]“Flow it out your ass!”[/color] Savayna shouted, [b]“[color=lightblue]Blizzaga Wave![/color]”[/b] She shouted once more, a wave of blizzaga extending from her sword, and freezing all five machines. In the next moment, Savayna would slice into each machine five times, and in the matter of moments, Savana would be on the snowy ground, and they owuld all explode into bits of frozen scrap metal, coming down behind her. There was a roar of cheers from the refugees.

As Savayna would spend a few moments giving the people a series of grins and smiles, she would look over to Grant’s direction, waving him over.

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[b]“[color=ed1c24]Is he going to be alright?[/color]”[/b] Jaakuna asked. It surely wasn’t a good thing that Lorenzo was calling to the gods. [b]“[color=ed1c24]Oh, and don’t take him seriously, Belias. I’m sure he didn’t —[/color]”[/b]

[b]“[color=crimson]Don’t worry, we understand,[/color]”[/b] Belias said. A moment later, his head appeared out of nowhere, looking at the other two. JAakuna jolted to the left. Belias snickered. [b]“[color=crimson]Prince Lorenzo, please don’t make such claims. I may not take it seriously, but the other Scions aren’t as understanding of the Hume practice of overreacting. As a matter of fact —[/color]”[/b] 

Another head popped in. [b]“Belias, what do you are doing?”[/b] Ultima said. Not so much asking Belias, but stating as a matter of fact.

[b]“[color=crimson]I was simply explaining to your Hume’s father about his claim for us to take him.[/color]"[/b]

[b]“Oh,”[/b] Ultima looked at Lorenzo. She couldn’t help but share Reia’s scowling notion. [b]“Carry on, then.”[/b] Ultima said, her white head disappearing in a portal of white.

[b]“[color=crimson]As I was saying, most of my brothers and sisters are not quite understanding of this overreacting. So, in the near future, won’t you try to calm down? Or as Jaakuna would say, ‘calm your tits, Princey.[/color]”[/b]

[b]“[color=ed1c24]I would not say that.[/color]”[/b]

[b]“[color=crimson]Yes you would.[/color]”[/b]

Jaakuna scowled. [b]“[color=ed1c24]Don’t you got some superior watching to do?[/color]”[/b] Jaakuna said to Belias, scowling once more.

Belias laughed. [b]“[color=crimson]I suppose,[/color]”[/b] he said, [b]“[color=crimson]oh, and Jaakuna.[/color]”[/b]

[b]“[color=ed1c24]Yeah?[/color]”[/b]

[b]“[color=crimson]Your fly is about to come undone.[/color]”[/b]

[b]“[color=ed1c24]What?[/color]”[/b]

Before Jaakuna could ask what Belias meant, he noticed his zipper was, in fact, undone, as if someone had done it to him.

[b]“[color=ed1c24]DAMN IT, BELIAS![/color]”[/b]

[b]“[color=crimson]Wasn’t me! It was Adremmelech![/color]”[/b]

Of course it was.

Jaakuna scowled, zipping up his zipper, and just looking at Reia and Lorenzo. Either they were freaked the fuck out or they were more annoyed. Well, there went Jaakuna’s hopes of a headache-free day.