Jun 15, 2024
(a little something for @orreanintrepidness // accepting!!)
Orre, huh...?
Lucy scoffs to herself as she idly stirs the melting ice in her drink. Outside the humble Outskirt Stand, a wicked sandstorm is whipping dust and dirt everywhere, rattling the axles of the converted caravan bar.
It wasn't easy to coax the Pike Queen down from her secluded throne, but Alistair Hagen had done so with a simple promise of adventure within his burgeoning region. Whatever. Might as well see what all the fuss is about...
Lucy checks her watch with a groan. He's late, but she supposes that's to be expected, given the weather. Outside the stand, her hulking Steelix rumbles contentedly in the sandblasted conditions. (At least he's found paradise here...)