[ Though flying is an ability one could reasonably develop, Azem has ever chosen to do things the old fashioned way. When she's in this form, at least. (Her tiny dragon form would make scuttling about on the ground for great distances exceedingly impractical. She would know, she tried it.) That doesn't mean she can't appreciate it when she gets the chance. There is something freeing about it, though she would likely enjoy it more were there not a mess to clean up.

Magic alone could keep her seated, but Azem makes sure she holds on as she scans the landscape. Seeing the destruction her creation has already wrought makes her stomach churn, even knowing the damage isn't permanent. While she is incapable of dealing the finishing blow, Azem will make concerted efforts to restore the land to what it was before. At least she can promise that much.

When Cid comes to a sudden stop, Azem tightens her grip for a second as she looks wide-eyed over her shoulder at Aegis before turning her attention to the discovery. The road is troubling, but the pond... ]

They've found refuge.

[ She doesn't hesitate to dismount then, recognizing the creature's new abode for what it is. Azem kneels, touching a hand to the scorched earth and wipes some of the chalky residue from her fingers. ]

We'll need to draw it out, which shouldn't be too much of a problem. It will be hungry...animals and people provide greater sustenance than soil.