“Agreed,” Railgun answers. Although perhaps “amazing” is not how he would describe it, the sentiment he fully supported. Provided neither of them think of anything else to discuss, Railgun is content with just laying beside his love until they must dismount the strider.
By this point, Sheller had rejoined with Coverfire and the brothers were sitting up, bored out of their minds. Or at least Coverfire was, Sheller was almost content. After several rounds of I Spy, they had moved on to trying to spot targets in the distance. Anything they could potentially shoot for high scores.
As they watch the moving sands and sky, Coverfire suddenly perks up and points in the sky.
“Is that?” He begins to question, pointing at a small and perfectly circular object in the sky. Though before he could say more, it gets absorbed by a cloud and vanishes when it passes.
“…ROM?” Coverfire finishes, saying it almost under his breath. “I need to get my eyes cleaned, starting to see things.”
“Wayward vulture perhaps?” Sheller says.
“Wait, you saw it too?” Asks a surprised Coverfire.
“Maybe. Uncertain.” Sheller answers.
“How helpful.” Coverfire shoots back, wiping his eyes.
“Is that seriously it?” Timberjack chips in, standing up from fading his back.
“What did you do before jumping on this mission again?” He asks Darksting.