[Galadriel]
[Capital City]
His form was somewhat steamed from the friction generated by falling from such a height. Mikoto rolled his shoulders as he smirked beneath his helmet. He noticed Mirabella, looking slightly injured and kneeling over Agatha, who was missing a right arm, with blood decorating her chest. Whether the pink-haired girl lacking an arm and leg was responsible or whether it was the amused man in the black coat, he did not know. They all seemed to be in cahoots either way.
"Britha," Aelfric noted, sending her a glance. The woman regarded him with a glare as she quickly turned her eye back to her whimpering companion.
"You defended me well, my friend," she ran a hand through his white fur, a smile on her face that belied what she was. "You may rest, I will depend on you another day." Naga looked at her with understanding, its form lit up with a white glow as his body dissipated, naught but particles that were taken with the wind.
