A month. That's the amount of time of how long has passed, [i]already[/i]. This month had felt like it had gone by so fast. At the same time it felt like it even felt like it had been longer than a month, but Zircon wouldn't know what longer than a month feels like, would she? Although, this 'Halloween' thing was coming up soon. Whether Zircon was interested in it or not, she didn't know yet.  Well it does sound nice, but it's still something to debate about to herself. Although she should probably learn more about it before she even decides to like it or not.

Before getting up from the ground--for some reason Zircon likes to lie on the ground no matter how hard it may be or feel--where she was lying on around wherever everyone is, she rolls on the ground towards the warp pad for about the third of the way before actually getting up and walking over there. Zircon followed the others' actions and stepped on the warp pad. Zircon thought to herself for a few seconds and followed up on Spinel's question, "And [i]if[/i] it does take long, how long are we thinking?" Zircon merely asked out of curiosity. Zircon remembered back to the feeling of impatience when it occurred a couple more times throughout the month. Only over little things though, no big deal or commotion. Luckily she tries to keep it all in her head. She wasn't feeling impatient, she thinks so at least. The only reason she thinks of it now is because she really hates it when she, herself, gets all testy like that. Zircon also became slightly cautious-slash-concerned if her question came off as impatient. Right now, Zircon just doesn't want it to get in the way or let alone, don't jinx it, let it let her comrades down because of her. Easy, Zircon. Easy.