The thunder from the storm over Connlaoth was of no concern to Aurael. Not even the people that had attacked her concerned her. She was totally immune to their attacks, and yet, despite the amount of people that had interacted with her, she still felt lonely.
Maybe because cannons and magical attacks aren't affectionate.
She sighed, her huge form plodding along the Serenian country side. Sure she couldn't head back to Connlaoth right now, as it would be cold, but after the storm abated, she could go back. Maybe she could head far north to Hyoite.
No, it would be too cold. Much too cold. Maybe the Kishahn Jungles? Too small. She was limited as to where she could go, evidently.
Eventually, her thunderous footsteps would become obvious to Phoebe, and she approached the river cautiously, her large, demonic appearance intimidating.
Down by the river,
The jolly old Fisher lays.
He sings a song
About love so far gone.
Along comes a fish,
To grant him a wish...
"I wish she could see,
what she meant to me."
Next morn he awoke,
To bacon and smoke.
For out on the bend,
His love sat so bright,
His heart went to mend,
His loveless blight...
She began to hum the tune to herself as she washed the dirt off her rocky hide, her presence in the river somewhere between frightening and strange.