In the skies above 36000 ft altitude, a private jet was moving at supersonic speeds amidst the bad weather.
It was raining heavily and the thunder was rumbling as if Zeus is angry, but the aerial vehicle didn't land at any safe location.
With translucent natural energy covering the plane, the elf was just piloting it as if there was no problem at all. His superior visibility only helped him better.
Meanwhile, in the passenger section, Azzy was entertaining his stubborn sister by playing along with the children's toys while their mother was quietly watching them from the side.
Every mother in the world wants her children to get along with each other. Izora wasn't any different.
A few years ago, when little Affea was born, Azzy became distant from his family, and despite how he visited them for dinner or lunch every once in a while, she could still feel that her son felt a bit lonely.