Glory hadn't visited Orion in a while. He had been so pent up in Monoceros for so long working on his craft that he hadn't any time to stretch his wings and explore other areas. Not that he was just out for a relaxing vacation. He was here for a reason.

The tunnel between Orion and Monoceros was ripe with old, broken tools that he could remake into other things, sure, but sometimes it was nice to work with raw ore. There was a good amount in his home cave but he wondered if there would be different things in other caves. Different ores, gems, and other materials to use. He had grown bored with making small blades and decorative pieces - he wanted to get creative.

He was flying high above the ground, relishing the cool air deprived of howling wind. It seemed deadly silent in here after living for so long among howling wind, but it was something he could get used to. It was peaceful in a way and he enjoyed the smooth flying.

After a while, though, he figured that he better get to work - time spent relaxing and doing nothing was time wasted on his craft. He angled his body down so that he could get closer to the ground and found a nice rock formation to perch on. He pulled in his wings and grabbed at the rocks, immediately activating his magic and shaping it into the slow, powerful throng on earth. He threw out his senses and tried to pull in what ores were nearby, hoping to make his task easier. However, nothing appeared and he resigned himself to searching himself among the rocks. For now, however, he simply stood on the rocks and looking around, focusing on distant objects to choose his first target area to search.