Zelos nods. "Yeah, sounds fair. We'll probably add a few days to the journey by coming back up after Besaid, but!" He grins and pushes himself forwards again, the chair dropping along with him, perfectly balanced on all four of its legs again. "At least the sights will be pretty, right!"
Well, duh! They're going south! Zelos has never been south. He kind of wonders how they live there, if they even have half the technology and quality of life that Luca has provided. He's mostly curious about sleepy, backwater Besaid. And like, honestly! What's the point of leaving home if one doesn't take in the sights!
He keeps that thought in mind even when Sheena's done with breakfast and he gathers what little luggage he has for the journey ahead, letting the excitement guide him as Mylene and the rest of her religious goonies gather to send them off with a prayer and a bow. Even when Mylene catches and glares at him, Zelos still can't help rolling his eyes at it. Please, he thinks, the summoner's pilgrimage is a hazardous journey, full of natural and human dangers out in the road, not to mention fiends and Sin itself. What are prayers gonna do? Like, really, this is completely unnecessary.
Eugh.
It's still pretty early by the time they finally depart from the temple, and the streets of Luca slowly fill with people as the rest of the cityfolk rouse from their sleep. The road to the ferry is quiet and filled with stupid, mindless chitchat from Zelos' side, his excitement to see the southern islands seeping through his grin and obnoxiously high pitched laugh the closer they get to the docks. Look at him, he thinks to himself. Zelos Wilder, leaving Luca. He can hardly believe it, but it's time.
It's finally happening.
Before they board the ferry, Zelos sets his hands on his hips and turns to Sheena, his summoner. "This is it, hun. No turning back," he announces. He then gives Sheena a wink and a smile encompassed by a playful tilt of the head that plays with his hair, a stray leaf detaching itself and slowly falling to the ground. "Ready to go on your pilgrimage, Lady Sheena?"
[Anna voice] [Leaves]
Well, duh! They're going south! Zelos has never been south. He kind of wonders how they live there, if they even have half the technology and quality of life that Luca has provided. He's mostly curious about sleepy, backwater Besaid. And like, honestly! What's the point of leaving home if one doesn't take in the sights!
He keeps that thought in mind even when Sheena's done with breakfast and he gathers what little luggage he has for the journey ahead, letting the excitement guide him as Mylene and the rest of her religious goonies gather to send them off with a prayer and a bow. Even when Mylene catches and glares at him, Zelos still can't help rolling his eyes at it. Please, he thinks, the summoner's pilgrimage is a hazardous journey, full of natural and human dangers out in the road, not to mention fiends and Sin itself. What are prayers gonna do? Like, really, this is completely unnecessary.
Eugh.
It's still pretty early by the time they finally depart from the temple, and the streets of Luca slowly fill with people as the rest of the cityfolk rouse from their sleep. The road to the ferry is quiet and filled with stupid, mindless chitchat from Zelos' side, his excitement to see the southern islands seeping through his grin and obnoxiously high pitched laugh the closer they get to the docks. Look at him, he thinks to himself. Zelos Wilder, leaving Luca. He can hardly believe it, but it's time.
It's finally happening.
Before they board the ferry, Zelos sets his hands on his hips and turns to Sheena, his summoner. "This is it, hun. No turning back," he announces. He then gives Sheena a wink and a smile encompassed by a playful tilt of the head that plays with his hair, a stray leaf detaching itself and slowly falling to the ground. "Ready to go on your pilgrimage, Lady Sheena?"