((Changed Amber's name to Mog))
Why was this place so dang hot? The intense heat was forcing Seraph's hair to cling sweatily to the back of her neck and she was sure that there were large pit stains showing through her long-sleeved shirt. Oh how she wished she was in Basantha Shrine right about now! She wallowed in her misery, and sweat, with her arms crossed in a way that screamed "Get me the hell out of here!" HA. As if Mog would ever let her leave.
Mog, meanwhile was skittering about happily, surveying his surroundings. Oh he loved the heat against his...metal...and he was itching to visit the volcano. He glance behind him and watched Seraph carefully, then snorted. As usual she was acting moody and hating her life. She was a minor bump in the road of their journey though, and Mog was convinced that once she saw the lava she would liven up a bit. His eyes swirled and then transformed into cameras and with multiple clicks he took a few pictures. He heard a sigh from Seraph from behind and glared.
"Problem, Oh-Ungrateful-One?" He asked. Seraph rolled her eyes and stood next to him. "Can we go home?" She muttered. Mog focused his camera lense eyes at Seraph and immediately started taking pictures, letting the flash go off every time. Seraph shrieked and took a few steps back and tripped over a stray vine.
"Ugh." Her voice remained monotone, and Mog stood next to her. "We must stay. Mog must get his pictures. Mog want to see volcano. Mog will see volcano."