Dymiira was hardly a wafer when it came down to it, despite the pretenses she often put up to take advantage of others and manipulate them into her plans, but she took her breaks like any self-respecting being of power. Being an Elan, she thrived more off of psychic energy than other sustenance, but she was hardly a being of pure psionics - and thus, tired.<br/><br/>After her latest break of food and drink, she looked up at the mountains, thinking to herself,<em>Well, well. Let's see what's in store for me</em>.