#hyah-draws

[hyah-lian]

I'm still working on colouring it, but it's gonna take a while lol

LU Time, Fierce, and Mask all wearing 'cool' sunglasses, suggested by @vicmillen !

It took me forever to move from step to step because the idea of Fierce wearing bright yellow flower sunnies without acknowledging them continues to make me giggle

(the flowers/grass are a brush in clipstudio thank frick im not that ready to go that ham on bgs freehand yet and it felt wrong to have them all floating in space)

((also also, I have a ko-fi right now as well. i am hopping between free requests and hopefully commissions soonish)

UPDATED to include the ALT text in image again (i dont know why it disappeared or if i just forgot my bad)

[IMG DESC:

Three iterations of the (Linked Universe version) Ocarina of Time/Majora's Mask Link are sitting together in a cleared section of ground with flowers and long grass surrounding them.

The very front Link is Mask. He sits with his knees pulled up and his elbows resting on either of Time's legs. He is adjusting a pair of aviator sunglasses with his right hand (viewer's left) and is smiling with bright, open eyes.

The Link in the middle is Time (design from Linked Universe by tumblr user jojo56830). He sits with his knees raised and legs on either side of Mask. His right elbow rests on Fierce Deity's right knee and his right hand rests on Mask's head, and his left arm rests over Fierce Deity's left knee, hand hanging loosely. He has a pair of triangular sunglasses on, and his eyes are scrunched up in a smile. He has a slight open-mouthed smile.

Fierce Deity Link sits at the very back, mostly obscured by the two smaller iterations of Link sitting between his legs. His knees are raised and Time is resting his arms on Fierce's knees. Fierce is holding his right leg slightly with his right hand, and his left hand is resting on Time's arm. His double helix blade is holstered on his back. Fierce's face is a rather neutral/stoic expression. He is wearing a small pair of children's flower sunglasses, which are obscuring his opened eyes.

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[nullwork]

making stupid robots

[unproduciblesmackdown]

oh to be going full tilt on the Ba Ba Ba / Ba Ba Ba / Ba Ba Ba / Ba Ba Ba / Whoaaaoohhh backing in the final refrain of outlaw

[mysteryshoptls]

R Ace Trappola - P.E. Uniform Vignette

"All that effort for nothing!"

[Sports Field]

Ace: Oh, Housewarden, you on your way back now?

Riddle: Ah, Ace. That's right, we've finished our equestrian club activities for the day.

Ace: Same here for the basketball club. Guess all our clubs just end around the same time.

Riddle: No, not necessarily. Whenever a match draws near, some clubs' practice may end up running longer.

Riddle: Then there are the instances in which the coach is too fired up.

Vargas: Hey, you all get on your feet! You can't build muscle just by sitting around on the field!!

Leona: Tch... Spelldrive club, line up. Time to get back to practicin'.

Spelldrive Club Members: Yessir!

Ace: Woah, they're still going at it… Hm? Isn't that lion-lookin' guy Savanaclaw's Housewarden?

Riddle: That's right. Leona-senpai is also the captain of the Spelldrive club.

Riddle: It's been some time since I've seen him actually actively participating in club practice, though.

Ace: Huh. So, what, you're saying that club's perfect to take it easy in? Didn't expect it to be that lax.

Riddle: You must be joking. Look at their training more carefully.

Spelldrive Club Member A: Huff, puff… Urgh, I can't run anymore…

Spelldrive Club Member B: I g-got no more magic…

Ace: Woah, looks like they're going crazy hard… Glad I didn't join.

Riddle: That reminds me, what club did you join, Ace? Based on what you're wearing, am I right in assuming you joined an athletics club?

Ace: The basketball club! Unlike the Spelldrive club, it's way chiller and relaxed.

Riddle: I see, you chose a team sport… That's rather surprising.

Riddle: From how I see you interact with others in the dorm, I had fully expected you to choose an individual sport.

Ace: You think? I'm actually doin' pretty good as an up-and-coming player on the team.

Ace: Like, for example, my shooting. I can pretty much sink a ball into the hoop without looking after a single glance.

Ace: And I'm pretty good at defense, too.

Ace: I look for where the other guy might try to cut in and steal the ball right from under his nose!

Riddle: I see. I suppose everyone has something they're capable of.

Riddle: You have high spatial awareness. I'll keep that in mind.

Ace: Why do I feel like I just got a backhanded compliment…?

Ace: Okay, but what do you mean by spatial awareness?

Riddle: Spatial awareness means you have the capability to accurately determine the relative condition and position of objects within the given area, and…

Ace: Uhhh～ …Somehow I'm getting more confused now…

Riddle: Sigh. To put it simply…

Riddle: You are able to instantly visualize a scene, including player positions and where the ball and basket are.

Riddle: Although, just because one has this ability doesn't necessarily mean that their body would be capable of keeping pace, so it most likely means that you have good reflexes, as well.

Ace: Huh, you praising me, Housewarden? …Did you eat something you shouldn't've?

Riddle: Don't be rude. Of course I would commend you for your talents.

Riddle: Of course, the main priority should be to behave as the rules dictate, however.

Riddle: As long as you participate well in your club activities, it will only serve to increase Heartslabyul's reputation as a whole. Continue your endeavors without cutting corners.

Ace: I'll do my best. Anyway, I'm kinda getting hungry, should we head back to the dorm?

Riddle: Is that the attitude you should be showing when your Housewarden is giving you advice? Well, no matter. Let us leave.

Ace: 'Kaaay.

Vargas: Alright, guys, you can call it quits after five more sets of passing the disc back and forth!

Spelldrive Club Member A: [gasp, wheeze] …W-We can finally be done… H-Hyah!

Spelldrive Club Member B: Ack! Hey, watch where you're throwing that―

Spelldrive Club Member B: AHH, LOOK OUT!!

Riddle: Hm…?

Ace: Housewarden, look out!

[SLAM!]

Ace: You okay, Housewarden?

Riddle: How were you able to catch the disk from behind you while trying to protect me like that…?

Riddle: I suppose you weren't fibbing when you said you were an up-and-coming player on the basketball team.

Ace: This ain't the time to analyze the situation all casually like that! Yowch, my hand hurts～～!!

Riddle: Of course it does, a Spelldrive disc is made of rather special ore.

Leona: Hey, where do you think you guys were throwing!? Fools!

Spelldrive Club Member A: Eek! S-Sorry, Captain!

Leona: Geez…

Leona: Oh, huh. If it isn't the red-haired brat.

Leona: Hey, you there, flunky number one. Hand over the disc.

Ace: Huuh? Is that really how you should ask for it back?

Ace: If I wasn't here, my Housewarden woulda gotten pummeled, y'know.

Leona: Yeah? Don't think Riddle woulda had any trouble using his magic to flick away a dumb little disk like that.

Leona: See ya. I ain't got time to chat around, unlike you two.

Ace: The hell was that? He pisses me off! He shoulda at least said sorry or something!

Riddle: Indeed. That was no way to speak, even if he were telling the truth.

Ace: Eh? You saying you woulda been able to avoid that?

Riddle: Well, yes, stopping something like that is well within my abilities.

Ace: Ehhh～ Then you shoulda said something. All that effort for nothing!

Riddle: You say that as if I had the time to say something so quickly… However, this did go to help prove how genuine your athletic ability is.

Riddle: Whether it is for a croquet game or an inter-dorm sports tournament… There may come a time in which you would be a great asset for our dormitory.

Riddle: When that time comes, I do hope you'll lend us your strength.

Ace: Ooh, really? I'm pretty good at ball sports, so you can count on me.

Ace: But man, I'd really rather not have any crazy hard training or anything… Heh.

Requested by Anonymous.

[v-toast]

hyrule warriors link :] details and timelapse:

[Video description: The process of creation of this drawing, sped up to fit in 30 seconds. This shows part of the sketching, the line work, the colouring and at last the rendering. End description.]

happy marriage @hyah-through-hyrule :]

[lonksadventures]

Hyah-

Man I really need to draw Sucrose more but she’s so complicated aaaa

Ty to @/g4teway31 on Twitter for the original post for this it made me giggle 💖

[slightly-sad-sloth]

Robin Redesigns; Tim Drake!

He’s lying, he is cringe

Wow aren’t you so glad this was posted a decent length after the last one and definitely not *checks notes* two months after. And aren’t you so glad that the others will also be posted in a timely manner and I definitely haven’t committed to doing an art series for pride that will take most my time for the next month or so! Haha cause I sure am

COMMISSION OPEN

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Text ID for sketch page:

[Sketch 1 - aw little guy!!! Arrow pointing to next drawing OH he’s a little fucked up actually…]

[Sketch 2 - Jason: What do you have that I don’t? R!Tim: I’m… not… cringe…]

[Sketch 3 - (The Jokers wild Summarised) R!Tim: I have the power of Alfred and D&D on my side!]

[Sketch 4 - Hyah!]

[triforce-of-mischief]

woaaaaaah

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Sends u a warm weighted blanket and a blorbo for hugs!

waiiit how am i supposed to choose just one blorbooo *hand weakly waves from under weighted blanket*

[annaskareninas]

Chapter 16 out now

Summary: Tensions come to a head at the duel.

Snippet:

RHYSAND

The horse’s flanks were hot and heaving beneath my heels as I rode, Cassian on my tail. “Hyah!” I kicked the beast onwards, vision prickling white at the edges with anger.

Never again – never again would Tamlin Thorn hurt my family. Never again would that shit-stained son of a whore even lay a glance on the ones I love. Never again would he draw breath.

Love. The thought was almost enough to jolt me from my rage, though not quite. I loved Feyre – had loved her for a while, now. But I’d never had the courage to tell her, and now it was too late. If Tamlin killed me… No. 

He wouldn’t kill me. I would kill him, and I would relish in every second of it. One drop of blood spilled for each tear he had made my wife cry. Pain for pain, dishonour for dishonour – I would make him pay. 

“This is a shitty fucking idea, Rhys!” Cassian shouted over the roar of the wind around us.

“Go home, then!” I yelled back. “I don’t need a second, anyway. Go home!”

“Like fuck I will,” he growled, kicking his mount onwards.

London blurred around us, a haze of cobbles and silent streets. It was the witching-hour, the world dark and still, poised before dawn like the night was holding its breath. A heavy pea-souper of a fog blanketed the whole city this morning. Pity. I’d have liked to have seen the stars one more time.

For Selene, and for Feyre. I will die if I have to, but I will not go without avenging them any longer. 

[linked-across-dimensions]

*AHEM*

*walks inside a room full of Links and takes a deep breath*

Hut! Hyatt! Hyah! *sounds just like kid Time (I actually do, it's scary-), then bows before just leaving with Worlds over my head*

(if you cant read my small handwritting in the first drawing it says:

Time: OK, I gotta admit, that was a pretty good impression...

Awakening: ...and it was a good distraction. They're leaving with Worlds...)

[drsteggy]

Uneasy Lies the Chosen of Farore (revised)

Chapter 6: Roads and Tracks

It is the motion on the periphery of his vision that breaks his reverie. Sam throws his head up, eyes rolling. He startles upward, trying to bolt, but is thwarted by the hobbles he still wore. Nostrils flared, Sam gives a deep snort of fear.

And then Link hears it. He must have been deep in his own head to have not noticed it crashing through the woods before. Moblins are a lot of things, but they are not stealthy. He turns his head to take the creature in, trying to decide if it was worth taking it on versus just letting it take the horse, but he still has to pack up camp and he has a long journey in front of him and it is going to be much slower going without that horse and wait was it silver?

He’s never seen a silver moblin before. Didn’t know anyone who had! He’d assumed they were just made up to keep children out of the woods. But he’s never seen one that was white with purple-black stripes. They are supposed to be a magnitude tougher than the black ones, for Hylia’s sake, and here it is, hunting his horse in front of him.

He suddenly decides he needs that horse. He yells to draw its attention away.

“HYAH!”

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[hyah-lian]

@breannasfluff suggested a RavioLi pic! I originally was trying to draw them sharing a can of chef boyardee ravioli, but it was too hard ;;;;;; and then i got rly tired so its just a sketch they sharin' spaghettiiiiii~

[omgsquee2001]

Prologue

There are many stories of chivalry. Where the heroic knight and his daemon save the damsel in destress and her daemon. This is not one of them.

Running through the golden fields of an island, a king, his knights, and their daemons, taking the form of brave lions, raced towards a mountain in the distance. Flying above trees and rocks, the silhouette of a dragon could be seen. Looking up at hearing the flapping of wings, the king noticed the hulking form of the dragon, spotting the human riding on the dragon's back. This was no ordinary human. This was the dragon's daemon.

"Form up!" The king shouted. With the king in the front and his men moving to the sides, their daemons moving with them, they made an arrow. "Let's kill the beast and its daemon! For glory! Hyah!" The king shouted, snapping the reins of his horse. They quickly approached the mountain. The king, ready to kill the very thing that had threatened his people.

Leaving their horses outside, the king and his men slid down into the lair on ropes. Their daemons, shifting into birds, fluttered down with them, taking the shapes of lions once again. The crunching of gravel under boots and the soft growls of lions were all that was heard. The king's daemon, Leon, turned his head to the men.

"Be on guard." Leon said, growling and sticking close to his master's side. As they walked through the mountain, the air felt thick and heavy. It was almost difficult to breathe. They approached an area lit up with sunlight. The king held his hand up, telling his men to wait. As they stared at the sunny spot, there was soft crackling heard. Leon's eyes widened in shock.

The dragon, with its daemon on its back, crawled through the mountain, clinging to the pillars of stone. The sounds of swords clanging, the sound coming from a spot that held something dear to the two. Seeing what had happened, the dragon roared in anger and sadness. Through the roaring, they heard someone shouting in a language different that what they understood.

"*Nei! Hva har du gjort?!" It sounded like a woman's voice. Leon looked at the king.

"My Lord! We should leave now! While we still can!" While some might see Leon as a coward, Leon didn't particularly feel like being turned into dust for the dragon's daemon to consume. While carnivores ate the meat of other animals to survive, the carnivore's daemons fed on the dust that emanated from that animal's daemon after it died. The king looked at his daemon.

"Form the line!" The king shouted. While the king and Leon stood more towards the back, most of the knights and their daemons stood in front of the king and his daemon. Drawing swords and crossbows, aiming the crossbows at the air, they waited for the beast and its daemon. If they could get a clear shot of the beast's daemon, it would kill the dragon immediately. Both animal and daemon, and human and daemon were fiercely protective of one another. You kill the daemon, its master dies. You kill the master, the daemon dies. From within the confines of the confines of the mountain, they heard the dragon roar, and a sound, almost like a shriek. They then heard the voice again.

"*Brenne." It sounded low, almost angry and haunted. Then, flames of burning fire spewed out upon the knights. The knight's daemons started disappearing in clouds of golden dust. There was a sound, like harsh wind blowing. The dust particles started floating up towards the back of the dragon. The dragon's daemon was consuming the dust. The king and Leon stared in shock and horror at the death that was lain before them. Instead of running, the king stared at the carnegie, determined to kill the beast.

"Hold!" The king shouted. The remaining knights stood behind their kings. As they watched the sky, the dragon swooped down and picked up one of the knights. It's daemon stared in shock. It shifted into a falcon, trying to distract the beast to let its master go. With a growl, the daemon turned into dust, the dragon's daemon consuming the dust. One by one, the knights and their daemons were killed. The king looked around in defeat. Leon raced in front of the king. Though he was no match for a dragon and its daemon, Leon would defend his master till his dying breath. Realizing he had been defeated, the king stuck his sword into the ground. Ready to meet his fate. The king fell to his knees. Leon quickly raced over and stood by his master's side. As the dragon stalked closer, behind its head and wings, long billowing, fire orange hair could be seen, standing out against the shadows and the rock.

~~~~

*No! What have you done?!

*Burn

~~~

//Here is the prologue. I really hope you like it. Let me know in the comments.//

[ccloudyapplejuice]

Colour Code: Colours I Want To Convey - 1

Season: Autumn

Characters: Hajime, Tomoya. (includes Anzu/producer)

Tomoya: Ha, ha.. finally found you. I didn't know you were here-

....Ah, Producer-san. Hello. It's very unusual to meet you at the academy.

I was looking for Producer-san? No, I wasn’t. But I guess if you come in out of the blue and say, 'I've finally found you', you're going to get the wrong idea. I said something confusing, sorry.

It's Hajime I was looking for. Look, he's over there, isn't he?

Hajime: ......haa.

Tomoya: You don't look well, do you-? Don't you think so too, Producer-san?

It was the same as usual, but from afternoon classes onwards I felt like I was out of my mind...

So I was going to talk to him after school, but the moment I took my eyes off him, he was gone from the classroom. So I was running around the school looking for Hajime. I don't know why, but I can't just leave Hajime like that.

Even if I can't solve your problems, I'd at least like to talk to you...

That's why I'm going to talk to Hajime.

Eh? ...Producer-san, are you coming with us? Thank you. It's reassuing to know you're there for me too.

Hajime: .....

Tomoya: Hey, Hajime!

Hajime: Hyah!

.....Tomoya-kun? And Producer-san too. Did something happen with you two?

Tomoya: (I'm the one who should be asking if something happened...)

Um, what are you doing here, Hajime?

Hajime: What, me? I was just watering the flowers~

'It bloomed beautifully again this year'?

Ehehe, I'm glad to hear you say so, Producer-san! This year, I started working at ES and got busier, so I wasn't sure if I would be able to look after them like I did last year... I continued to look after them on school days, and this year they bloomed in colours I'd never seen before...♪

Tomoya: It's really beautiful. I might not have noticed it if Hajime hadn't told me.

If I'm recalling correctly, you planted flowers in ES too, didn't you?

Hajime: You remembered..!

Tomoya: Of course. When I take a break at ES, I often go near that flower bed in the sky garden. The smell of flowers really relieves tension and helps me relax.

Hajime: Ehehe. I'm happy I could be of help to Tomoya-kun.

Tomoya: ....Yes? What's wrong, Producer-san? You don't need to ask.

Ah, that's right, I almost forgot about that!

Hajime: What?! What's wrong with...?

Tomoya: Sorry for suddenly speaking out loud. But I wasn't looking for Hajime to talk about flower beds.

I came here because I was worried about Hajime. Hajime didn't seem to be in good spirits today. He was sighing earlier. I was worried that something might be troubling you.

Hajime: Huh? Did I sigh?

Tomoya: You seemed pretty serious. You looked unhappy in class too. If you've got a problem, why don't you tell us about it? Of course if you don't want to say it, I won't force you to...

Hajime: No, it's not that I don't want to say it...

.....But I don't want to cause Tomoya-kun unnecessary worry, so can I tell you something?

Tomoya: Yeah. You can tell me anything you want.

Hajime: Thank you.. We had an assignment in art class today.

Tomoya: Art.. I think it's painting with watercolours.

Even though it's an assignment, it's not a homework assignment, but drawings that you do during class time. What's wrong with that? Hajime is good at drawing, so a task like this should be no problem, right?

Hajime: I like drawing itself, so that's fine, but…

Tomoya: Ah. Maybe it's Hajime. Do you not want your classmates to see your drawings or something? I'm pretty sure that after you submit this assignment, your drawings will be put up in the art room and in the corridors. You never used to show them to me, and you're still embarrassed?

Hajime: Yes... I'm getting used to showing my drawings to Tomoya-kun and Producer-san, but I'm still uncomfortable showing them to a large group of people.

Also, there's another reason I'm reluctant...

...Last year, a boy in my class complimented me on how good my drawings were. Apparently he remembered my drawings from art class when I was a first year..

Tomoya: Yeah, if you're drawing in class, sometimes you can see the drawing even if Hajime doesn't show it.

Hajime: Yes.. I guess that can't be helped, but it's fine. My art teacher happened to hear about it and said, "I'm looking forward to it."

I'm under a lot of pressure to draw well.

Tomoya: I see. It's nice to have expectations, but it's very scary when you don't live up to them. I get anxious before I live show or something, because I don't want to make any mistakes.

Hajime: Yes, that's right. Then I couldn't stop thinking about the assignment, so I couldn't concentrate in class today.

Tomoya: Hm. So, Hajime wants to be free from pressure. There are probably ways to ease the pressure, like trying not to think about it too much, but it may be difficult to solve the problem from its roots.

Plus, I feel like I have to do my best because of high expectations. It's a difficult situation.

Hajime: Yes. I'm glad that people look forward to my artwork. I just dont have the confidence to meet their expectations 

Tomoya: Confidence... It's a drawing assignment, which is one of Hajime's fortes. I think it'll be fine if you draw as usual.

Look, Producer-san is nodding her head enthusiastically.

Hajime: As usual, huh?

Tomoya: Well, it's not easy to come to terms with it, is it~

....Right. I'll draw with you in class, and you can talk to me about anything like you did now. I'm not as good an artist as Hajime, but I think I can give you some advice.

Hajime: Tomoya-kun... Thank you very much.

Tomoya: I didn't do anything to deserve a thank you. I just listened to your troubles.

Hajime: No, I feel a little better now. I'm glad I was honest about it. Thank you listening to me, Producer-san. I will try my best to live up to everyone's expectations.

my scrunklies.. my babies... 🥹

[tapwater118]

huzzah! (dramatically draws sword out of thin air) come at me, mortal!

-✨️

take this, fiend! hyah! i stab towards you with my sword, you dodge and very cleanly stab me through the heart. only when you look back, instead of me impaled on your blade it is a humble head of cabbage. no one sees or hears from me ever again

[tricksterfiction]

Prompt #14 Clear

The one where she flies. Angel - Poets of the Fall

Sen and Moonshine had spent the better part of a bell sneaking around Idyllshire's bell tower to climb/fly to the top. The mysterious silhouette of a chocobo flying past the glowing green shell. It was night time - naturally, the skies were crystal clear only with stars to bear witness to Sen's flight.

The air was cool, welcoming at the top of the tower. Truthfully there were higher places she could climb but it felt as if she was honouring something important by choosing to do this in Dravania.

A newly minted red mage with her focus on her hip, and her rapier on the other side. Iron dagger styled earrings hung at her horns, a deep red jacket with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Thigh high soft brown leather boots, flexible and black leather gloves. A blue oldrose pinned carefully in her hair, hidden below it was her ruby red soul stone. A pair of glass goggles hung around her neck.

Moonshine stepped carefully over the shingles. Sen tugged the reigns for her to face away from the settlement - the wind snatched at her hair, tugged at her collar, she took a deep deep breath in.

"Alright, Moonshine. It's time to get reacquainted."

Some would say there was easier ways to reconnect with the elements, more practical. But nothing about her success in unlocking her inherited focus and soul stone was achieved by being meek and locked away in a library or throwing spells at a training dummy. Unbidden tears that did not belong to her rolled down her cheeks and were stolen by the wind.

A distant voice assured her, "Don't be afraid to fall in order to fly."

Fitting her goggles on, she squeezed her heels on Moonshine, then braced, "Hyah!"

Moonshine took off at a run and they were off, ascending steadily to go higher and higher into the sky. The chocobo carried them up, catching aether currents to ride.

Sen wisely didn't spare a look down, as landmarks shrank in the distance. Her heart beat doubled with anticipation, excitement. They were buffeted by the wind, Sen removed her gloves tucking them into her belt to feel it with her bare hands. It was raw in this form, she reached out aetherically and gasped as her heart soared. Fingers brushing over the ribbons of the current, invisible to her eye but she felt it in the marrow of her bones.

Freedom.

When they were high enough, Moonshine glided kweh'ing with delight.

Sen took stock of how high they were, but she wasn't scared she felt at peace.

Attaching her focus to the pommel of her sword holding it aloft, carefully, very carefully she stood on the back of the saddle. Little green wisps of aether came from the focus to shield her from the gale enough not to be blown over before she was ready.

For the first time in her life she felt she saw everything so clearly, not through the lens of the Elementals or the star's inherent aether flow. It was all her, and through her the wind called.

Without another thought, she leapt.

Moonshine dived after her.

She closed her eyes reaching out fully, the focus glowed a bright red, surrounding itself with green tinged aether. A smile tugged at her mouth then broke into a wind wobbly giggle of pure joy.

Arms and legs were out as she sky dived, dipping left, right, then left again.

Wind gathered around her, called to her will and at her service. She brought her hands together to hold the rapier's handle lengthwise of her body pressing the glowing focus to her forehead drawing more as she concentrated.

The ground was approaching terrifyingly quick, Moonshine was kweh'ing in panic but her chocobo's warnings fell on deaf horns. Sen was gaining more control over her descent, hovering up near Moonshine. She felt where Moonshine was, where the breeze kissed the grassy knolls, soared to the highest peaks of Sohm Al.

She snapped out her hands, eyes open, snatching the reigns she swung her leg under and over Moonshine. Back in the saddle, she swung her sword overhead directing the gale under Moonshine's wings, arcing them clear and riding that aetheric guide back up!

The chocobo flapped hard. Breaking into a full toothy grin, Sen hooted loud and proud at their success gently gliding back down to land now.

The mage practically rolled off the saddle, rolling onto her back with a full belly laugh in the grass. She kicked her legs out thumping the ground, the stars sparkled in her eyes as she stared up.

Breathing hard, she sat up.

"Let's go again."