Flonne hadn't helped Laharl's exasperation in the least. Since this was technically her first time experiencing everything from the fields to the church to the world beyond, she'd wanted to stop at every little thing that happened to catch her interest; the pristine white flowers that reminded her of Celestia, the decorations in St. Destino, the crystalline ocean. After some hours, though, even her energy and motivation was starting to flag.

Now she stood somewhat behind Laharl, peeking from over his head to the group ahead with wide, curious eyes.