Flying! They were seriously flying! High up into the air on a piece of trash that run risk breaking down any minute! Yazulayne had never experienced something like this before and thus, she enjoyed it to her fullest. There wasn't even a need to speak, maybe the many [i]Is[/i] in her were just enjoying it as much as Yazu did.

Or maybe it was just the adrenaline brought forth with her suicidal behaviour. After all, not every sane being would tie himself with their own magic high-up onto the lookout of a mast on an airship that run in the risk of breaking down any moment. No one else was up here, and honestly, the cursed elf lost sense of time since she found this treasured place, having forgotten about her task and the people around her only wish right now was that the current moment would stretch to an eternity.