This is not the first time that Zeus's majesty strikes the words from Alexa's mouth.

There's just... so much to it. The sky is never the same twice, and each time it's a new delight to behold, full of crimsons, teals, and every other color, playing in a never-ending cosmic chase. It's enough to make a statue feel very small.

Alexa floats, caught in a swirl of color, and wonders.

She wonders so hard, in fact, that she doesn't see the pounce until it's too late and a cold nose is buried in the small of her back.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"