1. Rydia never disliked rain and mud so much before, even when she was in her world all seemed... okay, mostly because she had people helping her out when the weather was too unpleasant in her village and in the Feymarch she had no rain at all. Now? The summoner was covered with wet clothes and dirt, busy trying to pull a large barrel out of a puddle of mud. Without success.
"To think I used to adore dwarves more than anything else..."
She wanted to help, that's true, she always offered her support whenever she could but Rydia was starting to regret her choice. Ugh, she could feel even her underwear being totally soaked, it was just so unpleasant! "Come on..." Another pull with all her strenght and instead ot moving the container out of the mud she managed to fall face down in it.
"Okay... I need help."
4.
Taverns weren't exactly a place where Rydia loved to be: people were usually loud, smelly and, sometimes, flirty, all things she didn't appreciate too much. The woman usually avoided large groups unless she had some difficult mission to deal with but after a long day in the mud collecting heavy crates the promise of a warm drink (Nothing with alcohol, she wasn't going to poison herself. Ugh, she couldn't understand those strange habits) had been enough to lure her out of her room.
Wrapped in a warm, beije robe that covered her from neck to toe and only smelt 'bad' but not 'too bad to stand near you' that was gently provided by one of her roommates she was just... there. Sitting on a stool and waiting for her warm milk. What a glorious life.
Rydia | Final Fantasy IV (Post TAY)
Rydia never disliked rain and mud so much before, even when she was in her world all seemed... okay, mostly because she had people helping her out when the weather was too unpleasant in her village and in the Feymarch she had no rain at all. Now? The summoner was covered with wet clothes and dirt, busy trying to pull a large barrel out of a puddle of mud. Without success.
"To think I used to adore dwarves more than anything else..."
She wanted to help, that's true, she always offered her support whenever she could but Rydia was starting to regret her choice. Ugh, she could feel even her underwear being totally soaked, it was just so unpleasant! "Come on..." Another pull with all her strenght and instead ot moving the container out of the mud she managed to fall face down in it.
"Okay... I need help."
4.
Taverns weren't exactly a place where Rydia loved to be: people were usually loud, smelly and, sometimes, flirty, all things she didn't appreciate too much. The woman usually avoided large groups unless she had some difficult mission to deal with but after a long day in the mud collecting heavy crates the promise of a warm drink (Nothing with alcohol, she wasn't going to poison herself. Ugh, she couldn't understand those strange habits) had been enough to lure her out of her room.
Wrapped in a warm, beije robe that covered her from neck to toe and only smelt 'bad' but not 'too bad to stand near you' that was gently provided by one of her roommates she was just... there. Sitting on a stool and waiting for her warm milk. What a glorious life.
5. Wildcard for everyone!