Rogelio stood at the top of the mast, with his hand held up to the sky. it was so bright today, so why would he waist is. the rays of sun collected in his diamond hand, bouncing off of his ruby palm. the few refracting beams where a sight to behold, creating rainbows. he looked down at his commanding officers. should he go down there and report? perhaps in a bit. it would not make any sense to interrupt the charging of his Sonneneruption. besides if they needed him they could just yell. they know where he is.