Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31505954-20170718204835/@comment-26810231-20170720173145

Pearl was pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing up at the approaching ship in worry.

Scapolite sat down on the beach with Snowy and Citrine, looking on with worry. Her blaster had been badly damaged during an earlier mission, and their was no time for her to repair it. She leaned into Citrine's fur for comfort. She could hear the others discomfort, especially Vermeil. She focused her thoughts onto Vermeil to talk to her. 'Hey, Vermeil, you doing alright?'

Angelite sat on the roof of the beach house, her wings casting an array of colors onto the sand below. It was always nice to take her mind of of stressful situations, especially with the threat of the impending ship. Eventually, she came down from the roof. She landed next to Dravite, who was manipulating the sand around her. " Dravite, what are you doing?"

" Shifting sands always puts me in a better mood. If we get attacked, being under stress may keep us out of the game, do its important to keep a level head, comrade. Try it. Sand has crystals anyway, so maybe it'll de-stress you as well."

"I think I'll try it."

Angelite caused the sand to swirl around as she breathed in. As she breathed out, the sand dropped, and this process kept going as she inhaled and exhaled.

"See, now you are gettin' it! We'll need to be ready for anything that ship'll throw in our faces."