[In the time spent as a gargoyle, Elsa's gotten used to having to prepare herself for living with her new changes. That meant tying her hair - now finally grown long enough to tie back, after so many months of being shorn short after the poacher kidnappings - into the tightest ponytail she could, and pinning her bangs back so they wouldn't whip into her eyes. She braces herself against the wind kicked up by Cass's takeoff, and it's only after it settled that she leaps into the air herself.

It's so... beautiful, up in the sky. The light of the moon is so different from the light of the sun, and makes everything seem almost... ethereal. Even Bavan, as brightly-lit as ever as they fly over it on their way north, seems so different under the moon's gaze.

When they finally land, Elsa lets out a somewhat wistful sigh, moving over to help aid in the unpacking and laying out of the picnic blanket.]

I think I'm going to miss that. Flying, I mean... I love being a nymph, but. These forms do have their perks, don't you think?