It had been a couple months since the second outbreak of the infection. All the shapes were still settling down from the entire ordeal. Many had gotten purified, and had been forgiven for their actions. After all, it hadn’t been their fault they were infected. Pyrare had been handling it all rather well. Which was somewhat surprising, considering he had been through so much. But he was getting by fine. Today, he had decided to sit by the lake and get some reading done. Gold had insisted on going off to train by himself. Which wasn’t a problem. Pyrare trusted his hero to behave. Gold wasn’t the type to cause trouble, after all. His eye was focused on the word on the page, one hand occasionally shifting to turn it delicately. He had to be careful with books, or he could risk tearing the pages. Of course, he could always, just change his size. But he liked being big. He tilted his head slightly, his body automatically reacting to a splashing sound across the lake. He looked up, eye landing on you.