How many hunts did the hag plan to do again? Two, three? Or maybe even four? Despite setting one foot in front of the other, over and over again, like a machine, the brunette's hair thoughts were elsewhere. Scattered. The singing sensation that still lingered on her face was actually a warm welcome compared to the dead silence that hung over the group.

As it started to rain, the girl simply pulled up her trusty muffler. At least something. She couldn't really do anything about the rain, much less complain, and as Ettamri [i]offered[/i] help, her face sank even deeper into the crimson red. Surely, it was just an evil ploy of hers!