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Petey piranha strikes back3/4/2023 Rotating his head around to scan the area, he continued talking. The trouble is that Isle Delfino, due to its location, is prone to tsunamis and tropical storms year round," Fludd explained as the pair began making for the neat little buildings of the settlement ahead. "Doesn't the sun shine whether they're here or not?" "How do the shine sprites 'harness the light' anyway?" Mario asked now, sliding down to the ground at last. Nearby to his right, the small river that snaked across the village outskirts and through the hills into the lake beyond flowed peacefully, giving a sense of calm. Thinking about that a minute, Mario jumped down from one grassy ledge to a lower one, never slowing his pace. It is the reason Delfino is renowned for its perpetual summer." "The shine sprites guard the Shine Gate and bring the light to the island. "Well, that is the goal," his machine reminded. "But now, it sure is making this place a lot hotter." "Sure," his owner replied, beginning to descend at last into the valley where the vibrant little town lay. "Isn't that the entire point of finding the shine sprites?" Fludd remarked. Grinning ruefully as he paused to gaze down at Windmill Village, Mario shook his head. "I don't think there is such a thing when you are on vacation." "Surely you don't mean that, on Isle Delfino!" Fludd exclaimed. "I'm starting to wonder if maybe this is too much sunshine." "It's about time," he grunted as he replaced his cap atop a mop of wet hair. Dragging a bare arm across his sopping forehead, the tiny human in the vast green expanse drew a heaving breath and trudged over the millionth small hill. Either he had gotten pleasantly spoiled in the shade of Noki Bay, or the sun was definitely more intense than it had been yesterday. Every so often, when his owner would complain about the humidity, he would send a splash of water down over his head, dousing his hair to stay cool. Swinging his nozzle in slow circles above Mario's head like a radar, Fludd was directing him towards the town using his internal maps. As they traveled, the heat from the sun not only grew stronger and more merciless, but the volcano to their left also grew slowly more large and impending. Trekking across the rolling highlands of Isle Delfino, Mario and Fludd spent the greater part of the next hour crossing the verdant plains of the dolphin's back, making their way from the dorsal fin (where Noki Bay was tucked) to the livelier hill region of Windmill Village, overlooking the southern sea from its perch near the base of Corona Mountain. By the time the white clay buildings and lazy windmills of Bianco Hills came into view, the sun had already climbed past its zenith in the open sky.
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