For Antarcticite especially, the cold would be a welcome familiarity from the strange heat of the tropical archipelago.
"Ah well. No use staying exposed longer than you need to, right?"
"No--I've already had one of those gyroshei come after me once," they agree with apprehension, and then hurry behind one of the raised tents on the shore to quickly shimmy their way back into their uniform. It is, as predicted, still damp, but it conceals most of the crystalline structure of their torso from view. They come back out shortly afterwards and stride quickly across the sand to catch up with Padparadscha.
"Sorry to make you wait," they apologize, chagrined, then head for the path that will lead back to the Dreaming Bridge.
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"Ah well. No use staying exposed longer than you need to, right?"
"No--I've already had one of those gyroshei come after me once," they agree with apprehension, and then hurry behind one of the raised tents on the shore to quickly shimmy their way back into their uniform. It is, as predicted, still damp, but it conceals most of the crystalline structure of their torso from view. They come back out shortly afterwards and stride quickly across the sand to catch up with Padparadscha.
"Sorry to make you wait," they apologize, chagrined, then head for the path that will lead back to the Dreaming Bridge.