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With you taking the lead in the Gleamrunner and Val trailing behind you in the Flame of Arcadia, which you're considering renaming relatively soon giving how ill-fitting it seems, you take to the skies once more. It's a peaceful morning, the bright golden rays of the Core melting off the chill that had settled over the night and invigorating you in the process. You can't imagine being a shut-in that never sees the light of day, such a life would be torture!
Throughout the next few hours, you pass by numerous other islands and bits of floating rock that you don't think could even qualify as islands. You weave through a somewhat tight field of said rocks at some point, only a few smaller ones clinking off the hull and being sent spiralling down to the seas below from the force, but other than that the journey is without much challenge. You briefly wonder why people consider piloting to be so hard in the first place, it's easy as pie for you! Maybe you're just a natural born talent at it.
You're broken from your quickly swelling ego and narcisisstic thoughts by Gigas speaking up, excitedly hanging over the rail and pointing off the side.
"Captain, check it out! Some Lightrays!" He shouts, pointing more frantically than is necessary. You step away from the helm for a moment so you can see past the numerous sails dotting the Gleamrunner, craning your head to the side to peer off in the distance.
True to what the man said, you see a multitude of Lightrays slowly flapping their...'wings', you suppose, as they drift across the sky with their barbed tails trailing behind them. They're an auspicious sight said to grant good luck, if only for the fact that they tend to hunt monsters that are on the smaller side in the area whenever possible.
"Hoh! So it is!" You say back to Gigas, patting him on the back. "That's a good sign, we shouldn't be running into much out here for now."
"Why are they called Lightrays anyways?" He asks, turning to you with a curious expression.
"Huh?" You're taken off-guard. You've...never really thought about it. "Because...uh...they're really light compared to Manta or Sting rays?" You make a guess. You have no fucking clue.
"Woah, really? I guess that makes sense...how else could they fly?" He believes you instantly, rubbing his chin in thought.
"Yeah, exactly." You nod like you know what you're talking about.
