The lightning slowly fades, electrical storm breathing away to increasingly distant aftershocks as the storm moves away. Here in the ocean of clouds it's like watching the aftershocks of a tidal wave.

As the electrical interference clears there is no sign of the Aeteline, only a spread out cluster of sensor drones, observing from a distance. There's a pressure in that observed absence, the feeling of having the attention - if not the affection - of something that was willing to step over you a moment ago. It's a cessation of initiative and strategy, a pause in the engine working towards your destruction, a cold decision to see where you thought you were going with this.

[Take a string on Solarel
Solarel attempts to Figure Out Isabelle, rolls a [b]5[/b]]