The Spire.

[DragonMasterX]

OOC: Too bad.

IC:

(Forest)

Mar puffed his enormous chest out proudly "Hah! So the old man left some of his stuff on me huh!" he grinned, somewhat satisfied by F'Nera's words. "Woah, nice place!" he said as the road opened into what seemed to be a plaza made of fine marble, and despite apparently having remained undersea for so many centuries, the decorations such as the fountain of crystalline water and the pillars that so magestuously rose along the road seemed as if they had just been polished. "How come everything's so shiney and pretty? Thought this island used to live underwater." He inquired to F'Nera, apparently even more curious about the place now than ever, "And where's everyone? Thought this place would be full." He blinked. "You know, my sister's waiting for her boyfriend to arrive." He grinned dumbily.

(Beach)

"Gee, I never go out to an island without something that'll let me swim unpreocupied of pervs." Dorothy giggled as she emerged from the water, her large chest bouncing as she leaped up and suddenly stopped, sitting on a wave that seemed to be carrying her around. "Would you like to surf?" she smiled.