It had been a while since Regalia had met with Raven; she'd been far too busy directing ships from one island to the other with Mercedes. Ideally, the cargo was transported through the portals, but since Linkle couldn't be bothered out of her potion making often, most of the transport was still done traditionally–that is, unless an emergency arose.
"Oi, the fireworks are back on," leaning onto the ship's edge, her eyes darted in the direction of the dark sand beach. "Seems like Helga's still training her daughters there."
Tired from the constant travelling, Mercedes emerged from the cabin and slowly moved beside Regalia. Her eyes followed her, and up high in the air, she saw a pair of winged beauties clashing against each other. One a bright silver and the other as dark as night, their clash created a spark that lit up the entire forest behind.
