Talk about being fashionably late to the party... Fran stepped out onto the sand dressed in a forest green bikini - as if it was even possible for a Viera to reveal more flesh, somehow Fran seemed to manage it. Her hair was loose, spilling down her back and over her shoulders.

It was nice to be away from the eternal rains of Burmecia and nice to be off the Strahl. She adored the airship, she truly did, the wings provided her with a freedom she would otherwise lack, but sometimes it was nice to step from the metal confines into the wide world.

She set her towel down on the sand and sat down, looking around for any sign of her sister or Irvine - the two main reasons she was here.