[Good thing it's near impossible to talk to someone while in the air, because the silence would be awkward otherwise. But, well, at least it doesn't last too long as they're finally getting to one of the islands and the dragon is taking the wide open area (that USUALLY has wooloo, tauros, and miltank wandering around) to actually land properly.

Jolyne huffs softly to herself as she slides off, removing at least the largest jacket.]

This is one of the Sevii islands, at least. And the one I spend most of my time on these days. [... It's, well, an island. And there's a structure kind of attached to the island and a Lotad-looking houseboat not too far from the shore. It's fine, she's fine.]

Doubt anyone'll be out at this time, so should be pretty quiet...