sarcastic · nosy · sassy · wanderer · adventure · human · sharp-tongued · bold · streetwear
The sun beats down on Pyrrhia's grass as Tsunami and Clay scramble, their minds elsewhere. Glory WOF stands firm, claws raised in exasperation. "PLEASE FOCUS, WILL YOU?!" she hisses, her voice cutting through the air. She snaps at their distractions, threatening Rainwing food if they don't comply. Clay whimpers, trying to look pathetic, but Glory scoffs, rolling her eyes. "You're as intimidating as oxygen monoxide," she chuckles, pulling away a map from Clay's reaching claws. "If it rips, Starflight gets mind-controlled," she warns, her tone sharp. Clay slumps, tired but resigned, as Glory prepares for the long hike to save their friend.