Rory breathed out, her nose scrunching up.
"Ugh..." She grumbled to herself, sensing the dysphoria, the danger in the air instinctively. She could tell something big was about to go down, gently cradling her son, Rio, in her arms. She breathed out, shaking her head. She glanced down at her son.
"It'll be alright... Alright... I'll protect him..." She thought to herself, before breathing out, focusing. Silver Aura began to emanate from her body gently, her thoughts making it take shape. Rio began to float in the air as her Silver Aura took physical form.
"This should be fine..." She murmured, forming one of these child carrier backpacks on her front. Swiftly, the Silver Aura followed Rory's will without her having to command it, placing the boy in the carrier. Rio faced outward as he was strapped to his mother's chest, squirming around.
"Look, this is for your own safety, alright...? I most definitely am not leaving you alone to wonder this place alone, not in a million years..." Rory said, "This is all for your own safety, alright?"
Rio still seemed quite annoyed, but, he adjusted, crossing his arms and pouting. Rory proceeded to sigh and say; "Just breathe, Rory... Just breathe..."
She was swift in getting to the source of the dysphoria she felt, the wrestling arena, her footsteps making no sound. Almost immediately, the scenery annoyed both Rory and Rio, the boy seeming to immediately dislike wrestling as much as his mother who had strapped him to her front.
After his talk with Rio, Lance returned to his room, working through another arduous set of exercises. After completing the final set Metatron had assigned him, he collapsed onto the wall, breathing heavily.
"...My...these never seem to get easier..." Lance muttered. He conjured a small bottle of water, levitating it to his mouth before taking a deep gulp.
"...I do hope Kiara isn't training herself too hard again..." Lance thought. He continued to lean against the wall, seemingly unaware of the groups impending departure.
"Lance, that's enough training for now. We're moving out." Metatron said, interrupting his exercise.
Ythala had stayed by Okita's side, not wanting to be without her fiancée, even after their talk had ended. Her wings gently flapped on her back as she hovered beside Okita, gently strumming the strings of her golden harp, the beautiful, yet simple melody echoing across their small dimension
Okita flinched, ".....Ythala I... um..." She immediately sensed the unease in the air, but, that wasn't why she seemed out of it.
"I believe... it's time that I go." She said, hesitation in her voice. She didn't want to leave Ythala's side, but, she knew that there was no choice, unless she made the rash decision to suggest Ythala join her.
Rhongomyniad looked over at Kinzer and breathed out "shouldn't we move...?" She asked
Kinzer sighed, "Haa... Already on it." He said as he put on his robes, tapping his staff on the ground and teleporting both of them to the group.
