☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Opening her eyes and mentally greeting the stalactites on the cave ceiling, Ayano yawns and stretches her body, which had stiffened from sleeping on the hard floor. Surprisingly, she had managed to maintain her physical and mental integrity.
Last night, she dreamt of a squadron of Mics dropping Bibizyan shells from the air, causing the hilariously panicking and shelter-seeking Castor L. to run around. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant dream, but still, she could have easily done without it.
Coming to her senses, she picks up her ofuda and looks around.