Resting under a tree, the Wizard's hat resting lightly over her eyes, blocking out the harsh glare of the sun, Stella sat, resting. It had been a long day, and she was tired from the constant walking. Of course... she couldn't sleep, but then again there was nothing saying she couldn't rest. Everyone needed rest, even a fallen Star like her. The day was humid, yet all Stella could concentrate on was playing with her Fly Dragon.

Ever since she and her friend Zenneh had helped save them, one of the little cuties had tagged along with Stella, and even now she sat with the little creature napping on her stomach as Stella laid in the shade on the tree, listening to the sound of the blowing wind against the grass, the sound of the rustling leaves above her. It was her kind of day, just sitting down, doing nothing.

A giant explosion interrupted her thoughts, and Stella sat up suddenly, the Wizards Cap falling onto Nuu, who thrashed around madly. Shoving the hat back in her cloak, Stella beckoned Nuu to follow her, and she began a mad run towards where a puff of rising smoke was coming from. Stepping into the smoke, she battered it away from her face as it surrounded her like a Fog. Coughing madly, Stella finely made it to the other side, splutting, rubbing her eyes as they watered slightly.

Regaining her composure, she looked up at the Fugures below, her moth opening in a "O" shape as she stared down. What was going on? She wasn't sure... but she did no that what ever it was, it didn't look good. Unsure, Stella waved her arms around madly, trying to get their attentsion.