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[b][color=Aquamarine]wordcount:[/color][/b] 510 (+1)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 8[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]////////////////////////////////////[/color]//////////////////////////////////////////////(34/80)
[b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b]  Sandswept Sky - Train
[color=Aquamarine]Warp Charges:[/color] 3
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Had Minda been in a position to hear Primrose’s comment about wanting to go back to the spa after this, she would have wholeheartedly agreed. After being frozen on the mountain and now scorched by the desert, she knew her body would thank her for seeking out the pleasantly warm waters of one of the warm bubbling pools up there in the sky.

As it was, it was still thankful for the recuperation it got via the thieves’ healers, getting her half closed wounds properly sealed up by the masked furball. Unfortunately while he could help those who where hurt, the kitty wasn't going to be driving them out of this situation in his van form anytime soon, what with how big the party had grown since they last used that little trick.

Fortunately, after a bit of moogle mail, it turned out that folks back in the south had been busy, busy enough to get their hands on an airship of all things, which was getting sent out to fetch them. 

[color=Aquamarine]”Thank the Goddesses, let’s find or dig some shelter then and wait out the-”[/color] she began to suggest before Sectonia summoned up some of her massive floating crystals to act as a source of shade.

[color=Aquamarine]”or that, that works too”[/color] she admitted, before getting to work settling herself settled in, which involved summoning her wolfos, and then using its laid down form as a backrest as she sat herself down as comfortably as she could on the sandy ground.

[color=Aquamarine]”So yeah, where were we? Right, Galeem and all that”[/color] she said once they were settled in, reopening the conversation/exposition that had been interrupted by the change of pace.

[color=Aquamarine]”More or less. Well the guy running things back at base prefers calling us mercenaries, and given that a lot of the people in it where big name heroes back home I think it fits a bit better, but use whatever sudo-military designation you want,”[/color] Midna replied to Therion describing them as a magical militia before nodding at his off hand agreement to join up [color=Aquamarine]”We sure could, lot of world to cover after all, and a lot of weird stuff out there that needs different kinds of skills to handle”[/color] 

She had to give a little laugh at his asking about being paid [color=Aquamarine]”Yeah mercenary would definitely fit you better at least”[/color] she teased, before actually answering the question by saying that [color=Aquamarine]”Not directly no, but if you want money, there's a princess Peach who’s sort of funding stuff, so if you want gold, you can probably talk her into it…”[/color] and then frowning for a moment before realizing that that would probably have been a wise thing to do before they set out. How much better might things have gone if they had been loaded down with the good stuff from Al Mamoon’s markets rather than just what they could scrape together funds for themselves, she wondered. 

Would it have saved lives? 

Another regret for the pile.

[color=Aquamarine]”Maybe we should all do that.”[/color] she said thoughtfully, before joking that  [color=Aquamarine]”It’d at least mean Raz could buy some replacement pants without having to worry about pocket change”[/color] to try and lift her own spirits that she’d just mentally brought down.