... the longer this whole thing went on, the more concerned she grew.
Glaive had trailed the hunt from any water source she could, crashing through tight tunnels and sucking precious gulps of air where she could (and substituting magic where she couldn't.) More than once, she'd lost sight of the hunting party; fortunately, it was hard to miss on recast of her magic.
Their path had become clear after a certain point, at least, which brought her to here: Cetus. It was surprisingly homely, despite being quite opposite to Fornax, Leo, Pegasus... any of the warmer caves suited to her sunbathing-desiring self. A primordial sense of safety thrummed through her as she slunk through the murky waters; even with the ethereal hunters stalking about and peering through the bushes and all the other Gembound here.
She was more than afraid of the largest of the bunch, and shied away as it thundered through the mire.
Otherwise, she simply floated in place and peered into the fog as best she could—with or without magic—and gradually, as mentioned before, grew more concerned about how much of a game this actually was. Not... that she thought herself capable of doing anything about it. Could she even raise her voice enough to talk everyone out of it?
... best to hope that it didn't come to that, right?
Glaive is observing!