In contrast Elza found this stillness boring. She felt if it went on too long it would dull her skills and senses which would ultimately end with her premature death. She didn't think she'd miss the hunt as much as she did, even if it ultimately broke her dreams.

...Clive...

Glancing up to the sky above, the only sounds between them were that of the soft breeze and the pink puff ball squeaking and keeping that kid entertained.

Sensing her drifting thoughts, a shadow crept over her face and chest as the IronMoon phased in hovering over her supine form.

With its lazy grin, it shook up and down then spun on the spot.