She rather liked that manabike rental she'd only just visited the other day, the same one she got the same vehicle she carried Esperia in for their fated training session on the outskirts of Orchidia. Today, she aimed to repeat that very pleasnt, fruitful endeavor, this time by herself, with nothing but the wind of her cheeks to keep her company. After a stenuous morning workout, the sculptress retreated back into the warmth of her hotel for a long, hot shower, swapping her sportswear with a tight, leathery catsuit, a skintight garment readily accentuating her feminine, hourglass figure, even when she actually bothered to zip it up instead of showing so much of that smooth, alabaster skin, making sure to keep that zipper low enough to bear enough of the pegasus stamp near her navel. She had nothing but pride for her guild, by far the strongest light guild in the country, and clearly, whatever weather most Fiorians called 'Winter' seemed thoroughly inconsequential to the statuesque stunner, whose Northern blood left her ill adapted to the average Southern summer, in return for handling those comparatively coldest months as easily as the month of July.
"Doesn't look like it'll clear up...", noted the sculptress, brushing away what few strands of raven hair the wind yet fluttered before her eyes, having tied her long hair into a stylish ponytail. The cold may not bother her, but she hardly appreciated the dark, overcast skies above, sighing with a disappointed hint as she resigned herself to the inevitable lack of sunlight to be enjoyed... But who knows... The weather has a way of pulling tricks on you more often than not, so she paid it little mind for now, that casual faint smile returning to her plush lips quickly enough as she made her way towards the bike rental... More than halfway across town...
One might wonder just why exactly would Alisa give a flip about paying a bit extra for a measly manabike rental with such a fat, girthy bank account under her belt. Were anybody to actually ask her such a moronic question, she'd readily answer how she hadn't exactly made her fortune by tossing bills around to make it rain. And it's not as if a fighter as powerful as herself cared for walking a couple extra miles now, did she? Quite the opposite, she might argue she revelled in the challenge, a magic warrior who thrived in adversity in times of peace to have an easier time when war finally came around. After all, nothing intimidates an enemy quite as easily as overwhelming might.
"I wonder if I'll finally get my hands on that Cudati~...", she mused, her smile widening slightly at that model she had laid eyes on the last time, but never managed to rent, having seen it taken from before her eyes. Faced with a resurging interest in the vehicles she cherished in her less than elegant days, long before bearing the stamp now adorning her midriff, she could only think of the thrill of powering such impressive rides with her own magic power. Yet as the rental shop finally came into sight,