927. Looking At The Moon
There had been a little worry from Walker while they traveled. This was because Fleur was still resting herself on his shoulder next to where Onyx had become his tattoo form. He thought that she might had an adverse effect to the cold or fall off due to the travels, not to mention the battles. But he had found his worry was unwarranted. Fleur had cutely been poking Onyx in his tattoo form and giggling while holding on to Walker's ear or hair to stay seated. The flow of natural mana toward her had only increased after leaving the city.
Walker would have gone back to sleep after his portion of the night watch with the rest of the party, but Fleur was pulling on his hair for attention. "What's wrong?" He wasn't feeling anything strange around them and could not see any enemies. But Fleur was still trying for his attention.