As though it were almost expected of her, the goddess did not show. Instead a series of images entered Lea's mind. Protegès past of considerably greater bosom than she had gained, wielding the sword who's pommel matched the one that had been drawn from the pedestal. Armed and armored as they were, combat seemed as a dance to them that employed not only the sword, but also their impossible assets. Almost as if Kaitlea had herself said 'don't tell me it isn't possible.'<br/><br/>Around the time the images stopped, Gale began floating lazily up to his typical altitude. "Ugh. Did anyone catch the number of that cow?"<br/>