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Post by Etta Rassul on May 22, 2013 19:47:35 GMT -5
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tag n/a words 597 note yeah first post
I can feel it
in my bones
The goggles were knock-offs.
That fact became apparent quickly enough. Just out of sight of the southern desert entrance, and her eyes began to sting, and she soon realized that tiny gold granules were slipping through crevices in the unsealed frames. Nice way to blind a girl.
No wonder they had been so cheap. She really should have known better. Spotting a fake was kind of in her (former) job description, after all. But they had felt heavy enough, looked legit enough, and the price had been just high enough to avoid screaming "totally too good to be true."
Shouldn't have been thrifty. Should have sprung for the shiny new set. Too bad she had three mouths to feed and find shelter for, and a pokedot saved sure did seem like a pokedot earned.
I have learned my lesson: blowing money on pretty goggles doesn't only feel good, it benefits your well-being.
Yet, crouched behind a rock and temporarily out of the storm, she had decided she'd come too far to turn back. Even if she tried, turning around too much with hampered vision in this weather was sure to disorient her. Nope, she would continue on - though exploring the area was now definitely out of the question. Besides, when she thought about it, scientists and fossil-hunters had probably turned over every stone in this desert already. She wouldn't find anything they hadn't already.
Etta, glad that Cleave and Éclair were safely in their pokeballs and unable to witness this particular fiasco first-hand, fished a sheer scarf out of her backpack and wrapped it around her head, over the goggles. This rendered her nearly blind, but there wasn't much to see anyway. She would keep heading north, relying on the occasional signs and the firmness of the sand beneath feet - there was just barely a path, pounded down by all the travelers before her.
The cloak was serving its purpose, at least. It was big enough that she could wear her backpack under it, and it could be buttoned up over her mouth and nose. Her hair stayed tucked back easily enough.
She took this moment to steal another sip from her water bottle.
"I can cross 'Desert Mishap' off my bucket list," she mused, stumbling out from behind the rock and continuing forward. "What's past here, anyway? The meteor site is to the north, isn't it?" It had been such a long time since she had been able to spend any significant amount of time in Hoenn.
A gust of wind swept over her, and she ducked forward against it, holding her cloak tight.
Then, Etta smiled to herself. She must look like a proper wraith, with the black cloak over her face and fluttering around her. Probably would give someone a fright, conjuring the image of some tragic adventurer, who, having died trying to find his way out of the swirling sands, was now doomed to walk the desert for all eternity. If she was lucky enough to have someone wander by.
I hope it isn't too far, she thought. It wouldn't do to sleep out here. And I don't know if I have enough water for much more than a couple of days.
She could drink cactus water, she supposed.
Were there cacti in this desert? Or just Cacnea?
Hm. Her aunt had told her some pretty creepy stories about Cacturne. Best not to encounter one this time around.
"Cleave is going to say he told me so," Etta predicted, and held her arm up over her face to slow the sands.
When she was young, Stellar never expected the desert to become a special place to her. Now, though, this sandy terrain had become something memorable, and the lady comes and travel through one desert at least if only to feel some sort of peace, as odd as that sounds.
Stellar blinked, brushing the ends of her ponytail away from her face. No sand is coming through, not if the Archeops beside her have anything to say about it. Sure, she might be wrapped in a cloak that she carried with her, a nice scarf covering her, but she didn't need them Sam keeps the Protect up.
"Looks like we could go, there's nothing to do here," Stellar patted the Ancient Bird Pokemon. There will be people who must think she's insane, choosing to just walk into the desert for some peace of mind, but then Stellar is comforted by memories that starts with a sandstorm and ends with tears.
"Plume," she released another Archeops, who is slightly smaller than Sam, but that's only because this one is a female one. Before Stellar could ask Plume to search for the way out of this place, both Archeops perked up, sensing something.
Or someone.
Stellar trusts her Pokemon's instincts; that had saved her too many times in the past. She put on a guarded stance, Sam stepping in front of her, protect still up.
Plume let out a screech in warning at whoever it is.
The woman could feel her heartbeat faster, so she tried to calm herself down. No, this region wasn't involved in any war, so it should be considerably safer, right? She can't convince herself enough, though, and her Aggron's pokeball is ready, just in case.
Post by Etta Rassul on May 26, 2013 16:46:56 GMT -5
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tag Stellar words 373 note n/a
I can feel it
in my bones
"Fallarbar Town must be nearby, by now," Etta told herself. Her bottle of water was nearing the bottom, and it would be murder trying to dig another one out of her backpack in this storm. Maybe she could get Eclair to whip up an Ice Wind and lend her a little temporary (chilly) shelter.
At least she hadn't run into any wild Pokemon, so far. She'd been being very careful about sticking to the rough path. Still, she was occasionally plagued with the sensation of being watched - something she blamed her aunt's Cacturne stories on. It must have been an urban legend, surely; there was no way there was a pack of them lurking out there, waiting until she was too tired to move, waiting for night to fall so they could move in and drain her of her blood . . .
A screech pierced the howl of the sandstorm.
Etta stopped. Swallowed. What was that? Didn't it sound aggressive?
Cacturne don't screech like that. Stop acting like a little girl.
It sounded like a bird Pokemon, and she doubted there were many that would be hanging out in these conditions - at least not any that were native to Hoenn. Which meant that it might belong to a trainer, somewhere ahead of her.
Either it was a fellow adventurer, or one of those rare bandits that they had warned her about it town. Honestly, she thought the latter highly unlikely. She had yet to hear any exact case of bandits in the desert, and it seemed like an all-around bad place to hunt in the first place. Sure, they would be able to catch travelers off-guard, but at a huge inconvenience to themselves, as well. If there were bandits, or wandering Rocket members, or whatever, they would be waiting on the path on either side of sands.
So, probably a trainer. Still, no reason not to be cautious.
Taking Eclair's Pokeball from its clip on her belt, she edged forward and until she could just make out a humanoid shape, and two smaller shapes, ahead of her, and then ducked halfway behind a large stone.
"Is someone there?" she yelled, her voice somewhat muffled by the cloak over her face.
Stellar paused a little at the muffled yell. The sandstorm was too noisy and drowned out the stranger's voice, so she couldn't quite make it if the stranger was trying to warn her, threaten her or just say hello.
Not a very good situation. Stellar knew just how easily one could get killed for not being prepared, and now that there's a chance to get an upper hand, she should really get it.
Well, only one way to check it out.
"Plume," Stellar stared at the female Archeops, voice steady as she continued with her command, "Agility. Dragon Tail."
It strangles her to give this command, or any command like this anytime, but the necessity always beats the fear and the thought that just perhaps, there is someone there that needs help. She had made mistakes, and Stellar wasn't willing to try again, not yet, she doesn't think she could take it.
Her brave, brave Archeops always trusted her, and the bird Pokemon wasn't even originally her own. Sam let out a small, worried coo at this, but the female Archeops just nodded, a blue light enveloping her body.
Then, the Ancient Bird Pokemon struck.
Plume ran towards the source of the voice, her original speed boosted by the Agility. Her tail is glowing blue in preparation for a Dragon Tail, and when she reached the source she swiped her tail to the sandy ground, kicking up a wall of sand.
It won't harm whoever or whatever it is, Stellar knew. It was only to disarm any opponents, or at least, to confuse them. The trainer reached out and clung on to Sam's back, tangling her fingers into his feathers and half-rode him. In a matter of seconds reached where Plume was.
And Stellar looked at what or who it is.
LAIKA OF GS!
[/b]I can't believe it, I forgot to say hi. So yeah, hi. [/ul]
Post by Etta Rassul on May 26, 2013 23:39:24 GMT -5
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tag stellar words 355 note Hi there lati!
I can feel it
in my bones
Etta waited, bracing herself against the stone. The figures didn't move, didn't say anything, for a long moment. Etta adjusted her grip on the pokeball.
Come on . . . Can he not hear me?She brought a hand up to her mouth. The fabric of the cloak was kind of thick, and in this storm, well, it was not a stretch to think that the sound wouldn't carry.
She began to open her mouth, ready to call out again.
Then the smallest figure struck.
She could barely see it through the sands. One moment it was still next to the others, and then she lost it, her eyes not moving fast enough to track it until it was nearly upon her. A lot bigger than she thought. Wide wings and a glowing tail.
Damn.
Etta reeled back behind the rock, almost falling onto her back but still managing to release the pokeball, Eclair bursting out with a loud, "Sneasel!" before executing an Icy Wind that tore upwards and buffered loudly against the wall of sand kicked up by what Etta guessed was a Dragon Tail, or something similar.
That was a pretty half-assed attempt if it was aiming for me. Was it a defensive move?
Both the sand and the ice dissipated, Eclair leaping backwards to a position just in front of Etta. Breathing heavily, Etta stood up straight and squared her shoulders, prepared for another round. But instead of another attack, she was met with three apparently curious faces: two big, fierce-looking bird Pokemon she wasn't familiar with, and a woman about her age, cloaked but shielded from the sand by a forcefield. They didn't look violent. Or at least, that wasn't the vibe she was getting from them.
Etta laughed hesitantly, adjusting her cloak. "Huh, is that how you guys show good will to fellow travelers?"
"Cool your jets, 'Clair," she added quietly to the Sneasel, who was poised to pounce, an indignant look in her eye as she tried to look unaffected by the buffeting storm.
Etta considered the three strangers, affecting a non-threatening stance and smiling wryly under her hood.
The stranger has good reflexes, Stellar guessed. He has to be, to be able to stop a random attack like that. Now that she's close enough, whatever the stranger is saying is clearer....provided they continue speaking in this loud, loud voice to beat the noisy sandstorm.
The woman assessed this stranger. Doesn't look to threatening, in her opinion, and the Sneasel she has out is not going to do well in a battlefield like this, that is, if the stranger decides to attack. Even then Stellar has the advantage of having quite a number of Pokemon that can fight in a sandstorm, plus, two of them is already out, so she has the upper hand....sort of. It can easily be turned around, Stellar knows, but for now....
("Huh, is that how you guys show good will to fellow travelers?")
It is possible that it is a tactic to throw her off guard, but then Stellar mentally shook her head. 'It's been a year and this is a far away place, no war had been here,' she chastised herself, 'Get a grip.'
"I'm sorry," Stellar put on a smile and tried to show some warmth instead. Maybe the other person is just traveling through. Maybe they aren't dangerous. Maybe they are lost. It is pathetic that she had to resort to convincing herself to help someone, and she hates herself for it.
She gestured to Plume to back down, and the female Archeops stepped back slightly. "Sam, could you please extend the Protect?" she asked, and the male Archeops nodded his head. It took only a moment for Sam to exert slightly more energy, and the Protect covered the stranger and his Sneasel. This probably means Sam couldn't react fast enough if this is a bad mistake, but Stellar trust Plume to react in that situation.
She pulled down her scarf a little more, and adjusted her own, well-worn cloak. "I thought you might be bandits," not such a big lie, really, she just thought they are dangerous, "My name is Stell. Nice to meet you. Are you lost?"
Post by Etta Rassul on May 27, 2013 13:03:22 GMT -5
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tag stellar words 404 note bleh I feel so rusty
I can feel it
in my bones
For another moment the five considered one another. Etta still couldn't feel any particular threat, but she had been wrong about that before. Her instincts were better suited for other pursuits. But still, she had a feeling if that bird pokemon had wanted to hit her head-on, it could have easily.
And if this woman had those two exotic, feathered creatures, then it was likely she had a number of other pokemon up her sleeve. Etta would be outmatched, if it came to that. Their best chance would be to try to disappear in the storm.
I should go out and catch something big and scary, one of these days. A number of former colleagues had suggested she do as much, when they heard that she had only Eclair and Cleave. I wonder if a Metagross is out of the question.
"I'm sorry," the woman said, a warm smile softening her features. She then motioned to one of the bird Pokemon, and it stepped back to a more cordial distance. Etta sighed inwardly, in relief. "Sam, could you please extend the Protect?"
The second pokemon, slightly larger than the one that had used the tail attacked, seemed to focus for a moment, and then the force field extended from around the woman to include Etta and Eclair.
Neat trick, Etta thought.
The woman pulled down her scarf and adjusted her cloak. She was pretty, had a kind face - though Etta thought she still detected the slightest hint of uneasiness. "I thought you might be bandits. My name is Stell. Nice to meet you. Are you lost?"
Oops. I'm still in desert wraith mode.
Chuckling, Etta removed her hood and yanked down the face covering so it pooled around her neck. She pushed the goggles up to the top of her head, then thought better and removed the shoddy things altogether, smoothing her hair down with one hand.
Eclair yawned, shooting a derisive look at the smaller bird pokemon before leaning against the nearby stone and closing her eyes.
"The name's Etta," she said, returning Stell's smile. "It's nice to see someone else out here. I'm pretty sure I'm not lost, but it'd be a big help if you could tell me how far I am from Fallarbar Town." She looked around at the Protect, impressed. "And thanks for the cover, by the way."
Absently, Etta beat grains of sand off of her cloak.
Stellar blinked. She probably should have expected that, but then the cloak and the scarf and everything was covering so....the woman blushed a little at the thought of her mistake.
"That's a nice name," Stellar commented. It seems like everything is not so tense anymore, and the Protect is doing a fine job at letting them talk without letting the sand drown their voices out.
Fallarbor Town?
Stellar knows she is not familiar with said town one bit. She did only come to this region recently, and that was one reason why she decided to travel through the desert instead of some Fiery Path, which was said to be easier. Sure, she would try that, one day, for the experience, but the desert had called out to her, and she ultimately chose this rougher route.
"This town....is it just after this desert?" Stellar had came by Mauville at the very least. She is hesitant to reveal just how little she knows; they did say knowledge is power, and that is something that is true too many times.
"You're welcome," was Stellar's reply to the thanks. A small idea entered her head. This could work out as a nice deal, since she's interested in this Fallarbor Town as well. "I don't know of this Fallarbor town, but I can lead us out of this desert. What is Fallarbor Town like?" A nice cup of tea and some food for her Pokemon sounds like a great idea about right now. It's easy to just send Plume up to the air and scout for an exit; the bird Pokemon is not too bad of a flier, and the sand is her ally rather than her enemy, due to her typing.
Plume shuffled her wings, pointedly ignoring Eclair and chose to keep a passive defensive stance. She would be ready for anything.
Post by Etta Rassul on May 27, 2013 14:33:26 GMT -5
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tag name words 323 note Cacnea stalker here we come!!! haha
I can feel it
in my bones
Etta bowed slightly at the compliment to her name, wondering if, like "Etta," Stell was short for anything. She had begun to notice during her travels that adventurers rarely revealed full names, and sometimes even went by aliases, for no other reason than an added layer of security.
"This town....is it just after this desert?"
Hm. Not from the area - just as Etta had suspected. At some point she would have to ask what kind of pokemon those birds were.
". . . I don't know of this Fallarbor town, but I can lead us out of this desert. What is Fallarbor Town like?"
"Yeah, Fallarbor's the nearest town to the north," Etta explained. "I've only been there once myself, a long time ago, but I doubt it's changed much. It's just a little farming town, more of a rest-stop than anything else. But it's nice, enough. It has a contest hall." She smiled, remembering when she and her father had attended a few events there. "If it's known for anything, it's the volcanic ash. Falls so much and so often that it looks like snow."
I wonder where she's from, Etta thought, untangling her scarf from the goggles.
"I mainly need to get there for the better cell reception," Etta said with a shrug. She stretched. "And maybe a good night's sleep, if I can manage it."
She hoped motel fare was still on the modest side up there. Between the travelers and the draw of the contests, prices might have gone up . . . and then she would probably end up sleeping out near the falls. Which would be scenic and all, but Cleave would probably throw a fit if they had to camp out again . . .
Ugh. At least could have gotten to town by now if she hadn't wanted to explore. But, what's done was done.
Hopefully Stell could make good on her transportation offer.
A little farming town, rest stop plus a contest hall? Life is ever full of weird surprises it seems, Stellar mused, but it seems like a good place to stop indeed. No wonder Etta's trying to go there. The volcanic ash actually sounds like an interesting thing to watch.
Stellar take a quick thought over her plans. She would have sent Plume out, and the volcanic ash would be an easy landmark for the place they are going to go. Then they could fly up, Plume could take Etta and Sam could take her, but...
Stellar paused.
She have heard of trainers that go by total commandment over their team. The woman refuses to be that kind of trainer, though, and instead, respects what her Pokemon wants as well. It doesn't always work out swimmingly well, and there are times she forgets this, but in situations where she could think, like now, she's going to take her Pokemon's feelings into account.
Plume is uncomfortable with the whole thing. Sam too, shuffling his feet and constantly looking around, even while he keep the Protect up. Stellar wasn't surprise by this one bit; the both of them had accompanied her through the long war in the region she was raised in, after all. Most of her team was what remains of her original, killed back then. Her Archeops were cautious, and they have the right.
Which makes Stellar thinks it's a bad idea to sent one to fly and scout. Plume would freak, leaving Sam and her like this, defenseless. And Sam would panic too, dropping the protect.
So no flying. Not even to carry passengers, cause Stellar is not going to try risking her Archeops panicking mid-air.
"Alright, I'm sorry I can't do better, but my Archeops are not use to flying all that well," technically, they run better, though Etta doesn't need to know they could actually fly very well, "Would it be alright if we do it this way? We tie our cloaks as some sort of sledding base, and I have some ropes that allows use to tie our cloaks to my Archeops. They can run very fast, so they'll get us out of here in no time."
Once they are out from the sand, Stellar figured she could use her Sawsbuck as transport from there, and her Mightyena for scouting. It works, at least. For now though, this method helps keep the Archeops from panicking too much. After all, if Etta turns out to be dangerous, it's easy to cut the ropes and run.
LAIKA OF GS!
[/b] Let's just sled all the way to the end, I don't think the desert is that big that it requires sledding and flying. Oh, and I can't wait for the little green stalker What is Etta naming it? [/ul]
Post by Etta Rassul on May 28, 2013 11:23:13 GMT -5
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tag stell words 261 note shortshortshort
I can feel it
in my bones
"Alright, I'm sorry I can't do better, but my Archeops are not use to flying all that well. Would it be alright if we do it this way? We tie our cloaks as some sort of sledding base, and I have some ropes that allows use to tie our cloaks to my Archeops. They can run very fast, so they'll get us out of here in no time."
Etta looked from one bird pokemon - Archeops, she supposed - to the other, trying to imagine the setup that Stellar had described. They certainly looked hardy enough to pull something like that off. But, really . . . sledding . . .
First she started to chuckle, then broke into a hearty laugh, a hand partially cupped over her mouth. How long had it been since she'd had something so spontaneous and downright silly happen? Now that she thought about it, her travels so far had been much, much too tame. Exactly the opposite of what she wanted. She needed to start seeking these things out.
"Sand-sledding, huh?" she asked, composing herself, though still grinning broadly. "Sounds like fun to me. But these guys won't mind?" She gestured to the Archeops. "I'm no heavyweight, but I still wouldn't want to be a burden."
Eclair shot her a look, which seemed to say, "Says the girl who used to ride the family Mightyena around like a small Ponyta."
Huh. I do miss that dog. Shoulda brought him with me. He looks scary.
Etta rolled her eyes at the Sneasel, then looked back to Stell.
The chuckle was unexpected, and it startled Stellar a little. Etta looks like she approves of said idea, though, so it looks like it is a go.
"Sam and Plume are strong Pokemon," she smiled back, "They will be fine. Right?" Both Archeops look up at her, Sam still shuffling his feet. Plume, on the other hand, gave a thoughtful nod. It seems like she caught on what Stellar was thinking. Sam just remains worried, and a little moody, as always.
Stellar reached up and took out her cloak. Beside her, Sam was already unclasping her bag for her, taking out the ropes. Always wanting to help, and smart enough to figure out how human mechanisms work. With some quick movements, Stellar made a makeshift cloth sled.
"Yours?" she looked up at Etta, offering the remaining ropes to her. Meanwhile, Sam and Plume looked at each other, one Archeops tilting his head while the other letting out small chirps and coos, as if discussing who shall carry who. Finally, Sam took the ropes that are attached to Stellar's makeshift sled, while Plume stared at Etta, waiting for hers.
"By the way," Stellar added, "we should probably cover up while we do this. Sam can't keep the Protect up while we do this." It's not possible, it will strain the Archeops too much, to run, navigate and keep a large area Protect up.
Post by Etta Rassul on May 28, 2013 12:03:13 GMT -5
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tag stellar words 255 noteoh cleave. he's gonna be fun later. i have big plans. *maniacal laughter*
I can feel it
in my bones
"Alright then, let's do this."
Etta accepted the rope, then handed it to Eclair so she could remove her cloak, leaving her in just a black long-sleeve t-shirt and black pants. She took a moment to dig into her backpack and find her heavy canvas jacket, and more scarves to wrap around her face and go over her faulty goggles. When she was properly suited, and her backpack sealed up as best as she could manage, she retrieved the rope and turned to Plume.
"Huh. Well . . . thanks for this."
She quickly but carefully copied Stell's sled, mindful not to do anything that might startle Plume. She had spent enough time interacting with other people's Pokemon to know that there was little to be worried about if the Pokemon was trained well, so long as you were respectful to them.
When she was finished, Etta tested the knots, and finding them sound enough, looked back to Eclair.
"Want to ride? I can probably put a cloak together out of scarves. Or you could just use one of my shirts."
The Sneasel shook her head, unimpressed with the sledding idea.
"Suit yourself."
Etta returned her to her pokeball, and put it back on her belt clip.
"I'd ask Cleave, my Ralts, if he wanted to go," Etta explained to Stell, with a wry smile, "But he gets kinda worked up. And he'd probably try to flirt with you."
Haha, Stell was definitely pretty enough, and Cleave wasted no opportunity to be a "dashing gentleman."
As Etta suit herself up, Stellar did the same for herself. She adjusted herself on the make-shift sled, making sure her legs are in, and then took her scarf and wrapped it around her head, leaving only little holes for her eyes. She need to get goggles soon, but she had been so used to Sam's protect that she never even thought that she had ever needed goggles. It's really too bad she had picked to wear short sleeved shirt and three quarter pants, but what's done is done, and she'll deal with any rash or scratches later.
("Huh. Well . . . thanks for this.")
Stellar look over to where Plume is. The ancient bird Pokemon ruffled her feathers a little, but she held steady. Stellar nodded her thanks Plume. 'They are the best,' Stellar smiled under her scarf.
The woman watched as Etta returned her Sneasel, and said something about a Ralts. "That sounds interesting," Stellar chuckled a little. A Ralts, huh? It seems like Etta only has unevolved Pokemon, and while Stellar knew of people who could use unevolved Pokemon to a deadly degree, Etta doesn't look like that kind. Everything so far seems to point that Etta is just another trainer, perhaps a newbie, or maybe just a relaxed, traveling trainer.
Sam was tugging on the ropes, testing how strong they are. The male Archeops chattered something quick to his partner, who let out a series of chirps in return.
"Hold on carefully, you don't want to fly off," Stellar teased. Her Archeops are ready, and the moment Etta is done they would set off.
LAIKA OF GS!
[/b]When Etta is ready let's just set off. You can play my two Archeops for this moment, if you like. It will make the thread smoother anyway <3[/ul]
Post by Etta Rassul on May 28, 2013 12:58:57 GMT -5
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tag STELL words 340 note cacnea!!
I can feel it
in my bones
Etta smiled to herself, watching Stell interact with her pokemon, and then carefully climbed on to her sled. She checked her head-coverings again, adjusting the scarf she had wrapped around her goggles so that she could see a bit better. Just as long as it held up until they were out of the storm, and then she could throw those things away and get a real pair if she ever needed them again.
"All ready. Let's head out."
Sam and Plume looked at each other, clucking and cooing a bit, and then seeming to come to an understanding of some kind. Then, bit by bit, the Protect retracted, and force of the storm swelling up around them, nibbling at her from seemingly every direction. She looked over at Stell, and felt bad, seeing how little cover she had.
Better get out of here quick.
And suddenly, they were off.
It was like sailing, the two Archeops somehow running while kicking up minimal sand, and Etta couldn't believe how smooth the ride seemed. The world around her melted into a soft golden fog, her heavy clothes minimizing the tiny grain impacts. They almost seemed to be running with the wind. They glided over small sand dunes and around stones almost effortlessly . . .
THWACK!
Etta let out a loud yell as her sled hit something, sending her flying up into the air and then slamming back down onto the sand. The sled slid this way and that, and she gripped harder on the fabric, looking around to see what had happened.
And it was there. Right there.
Under her sled.
Attached to the bottom of her sled.
A bulbous mass, a round foot-wide lump on the underside of the cloak fabric.
Etta stared. Blinked.
Whatever it was began to flail wildly, dragging through the sand and gradually slowing down the sled.
Flail. Flail. Flailflailflail.
"NNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Flail. Flail. Flail.
Etta extended her arm and pointed a single index finger at the round, tumbling shape.
"STELL. THERE IS A DISGRUNTLED BEACH BALL ACCOSTING MY SLED."
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