Chapter 78: Salt
The morning air at the western cliff bit at Grace’s skin like a hungry ex-girlfriend... Not that she’d ever had one of those before.
She adjusted her pack while watching Diana check her weapons for the third time, like the warrior had some weird weapon-fondling fetish. Seriously, why even bother when she was just going to use her materialized light weapon anyway?
Petriel stood nearby, nervously playing with her healer’s kit (again, why even bother bringing such a thing when you could heal people magically??? Grace didn’t get it), and Meridian glared at a map like it had personally offended her.
"Alright, feather-brains," Diana announced, strapping her golden sword to her hip. "Let’s do this before I change my mind about babysitting you all."
"You’re literally on this mission because Celestia ordered you to be," Grace said.
"Details." Diana flicked her wrist dismissively.
"Grace! GRACE!"
A familiar voice shattered the morning calm. Grace turned to see Alia sprinting toward them like a horny missile, with Zephyr following at a more dignified pace.
"Oh no," Grace muttered.
Diana grinned.
"Oh yes."