This, Fiora decided, was the best adventure she'd ever been on. She had a lot of room to range, to be herself, and Mir never seemed hard to find. It was a quiet companionship, though the snowy sister tended to chatter a bit whether she thought Mir was listening or not. Hell, sometimes she was just talking to the birds.

Sometimes, she darted off with guttural snarls and snapping fangs for an errant squirrel.

Fi had never seen the ocean up close, despite being able to catch glimpses of it in the distance if she was high enough on Elysiums peaks. It was sprawling and beautiful, and the smell of the salt tickled her senses in the most gleeful way. She hadn't found much in the way of their mission, but it hadn't dampened her spirits any. She was out here doing Valeskas bidding, and having fun despite the plague, the nagging thought that she should be home to heal instead of on a search she wasn't any good at.

Mir stopped and commented exactly how Fiora felt.

This is the most fun I've ever had, she admitted, throwing herself into the water and sending a cascade of froth up around her. She bounded a few paces before looking to her little sister with a sudden frown.

Is that bad?

She was supposed to take their mother's place, she should have been home.... right?