Gemma halted Fenrir at the edge of the cliff before the Calm Lands, and looked over its wonders. It'd been a while since she'd visited these lands with a couple of peculiar old friends. It was a little strange to see yet an other familiar site, Balamb Garden hovering above the wild chocobos, who didn't seem the least bit frazzled by its presence and continued to go on about their curious races with each other.

Fenrir growled in anticipation as she reignited the engine and rode down the cliff's rocky slopes, mindful of the anacondaur who decided the best time to cross the path was when a rather heavy machine thundered past, allowing gravity to do most of its work and thus making it faster than usual.

Fenrir followed its masters command, and pulled up in the makeshift car park outside of Balamb. Gemma wondered if there'd be space to park inside Balamb, and was about to go and investigate when a rather excitable Stiltzkin sped over in total amazement at her bike. Gemma smiled shyly and blushed - her first meeting with poor little Stiltzkin didn't go so well, and she just had this feeling...

"Kupoooooo! Nice ride! Certainly better than your usual hired contraption!" Stiltzkin squeaked.

"Why thank you. I recently decided to get myself a bike and live a more adventurous life... or so the advert and sales person told me it'd bring." Gemma chuckled quietly. "Anywho, I'm glad I got my hands on this baby. An old friend of mine used to own one, who's decided to settle with his girlfriend in a bar near Midgar. Waste of a bike in my opinion."

"Indeed!" Stiltzkin exclaimed. "I'd want one myself, but I wouldn't stay on for very long Kupo!"

"It's a good bike, Fenrir... It also has it's own weapon compartment! Look!" Gemma pulled back on a handle and the door swung open, smacking Stiltzkin across the head and throwing him into a nearby bush. She beamed, then quickly wondered where he'd gotten to. Sighing, she closed it up, took her keys, and made her way towards the entrance of Balamb.

"Why... meee, kupo?" cried a rather irritated moogle who crawled out of the bush behind her, rubbing his poor little head.

Gemma didn't know what she'd wanted to wear this year. It didn't help that she wasn't sure if her assumed date would make an appearance either, so she didn't really discuss it much. With a bike, it's difficult to wear anything remotely pretty either, but she'd thought of ahead of time - she'd packed her outfit away and wore her biking leathers for the journey. Pulling her goggles off of her head, Gemma shook her hair free, catching the attention of a group of guests who'd just pulled up.

It was going to be a fun evening.