I watched as Yuna and Rain bickered. It was kind of funny, actually, though it had the potential to become really irritating. I spread my wings--no way was I riding--I'd had enough being helped before I got my wings.
We took off, and I followed Moonsong as she searched for Spati's aura. I figured that it was probably only a matter of time before I got it--or one like it. After all, I seemed to be evolving at a rather alarming rate--no telling what my next transformation would leave me looking like or what kind of powers it would give me.
I sighed, softly so no one would hear me. How was it that I could feel so isolated in the middle of such a big group? The sardonic other voice in my head wouldn't leave me alone either, and it was giving me a splitting headache.
