[ti]private[/ti]by my will be done.

Silvermoon gathered what they hoped was enough- they had no idea. They had no practice in forging, either in real life or in any game. They simply mined what they could carry, moving to a more clear spot.

Phoenix was on one side of them, the duraludon to the other. Silvermoon took a breath against the downpour. Now- now they simply had to make the armor. And figure out how to-

CRAFT CRAFT EVOLUTION!

Dance while stepping on the guide arrows to finish the crafting process! The accuracy of your steps will determine the quality of the final product. Failing to complete the dance will result in a crafting failure.

Silvermoon stared at the prompt, eyes flicking down to the lights under their feet, and on the field before them.

The music started, the lights glowing, and Silvermoon moved- cautious focused more on the light than the swelling music.

We're a thousand miles from comfort
We have travelled land and sea
But as long as you are with me
There's no place I'd rather be

Silvermoon's eyes widened. They knew this song! It was in Just Dance... they had picked it when Saint was tired and wanted a break. They reached, picking up Phoenix, and spun him around.

"I would wait forever, Exalted in the scene- As long as I am with you, My heart continues to beat."

Phoenix chirped, delighted at being held, mashing his face against Silvermoon's chest, singingly entirely discordant to the music- but he was trying, and that was what mattered.

"With every step we take, Kyoto to The Bay, Strolling so casually- We're different and the same, Gave you another name, Switch up the batteries."

The duraludn hummed, low, feet stamping in time with the beat. Silvermoon set Phoenix down, dancing on their own a minute- thinking back to that night at UNOVRCon, them and Saint staying up too late playing games.

"It's easy being with you. Sacred simplicity. As long as we're together, There's no place I'd rather be."

The song finally ended, Silvermoon standing there, breathing hard and rain-soaked. They realized something then, distantly, and struggled to name it.

A soft ping! distracted them, Silvermoon looking down to se a set of iron armor, laying out in the grass. It was plain, and undecorated-

But they had made it.