The Chronicles of Heroes - Impending Firestorm

[punisouffle]

Galoo buried her face in an opened magazine. Haven't you seen enough sun, she thinks - the blazing Arunafeltz sun tends to make enemies out of tourists. "I have a… thing. With Koto. This weekend." The girl reaches for a plate of rice crackers, as her arm limps out and fail. Sunset, huh. Maybe if she invites Kotori, with a promise of tea and picnic dinner. She should try this recipe of desert sandwich, yup.
"Where to, anyway?" She asks, expecting the answer to be on a mountain's top or a cliff. Too much happenings lately, Galoo needs time to wind down, relax, and find herself victims for practical jokes again. A cliff would be good, you can always push someone. But that's too crude, yup. That leaves poisoning the sandwiches.
The girl flumps down on the pages again, reading idly. An article interviewing Veins' soapmakers and how they prepare laxative for camels. Galoo jolts up, unable to hold her giggles. Counting fingers, she'll need some green apples, charred lizard and a bottle of yellow potion.
"Sunset watching, you say? Let me prepare us a meal."