a blob can be anything after all

Shux, though fun-loving and occasionally even mischievous (silly and goofy and funny and wacky and all those wonderful things, plus pink-haired and sometimes but only sometimes a little too ready to get violent, if teaching Tatsu cuss words counted as violent), wouldn't describe herself as someone who always had their head in the clouds. In fact, they'd really like most to be known, and thus to be able to confidently and correctly self-describe, as someone with their head screwed on firmly and properly, always in the know and on the go.

Sort of like Elma.

Sort of a lot like Elma.

Sort of like a fun version of Elma - not that Elma wasn't fun to be around, and just fun in their own right.

Sort of like their own gosh-darn person, Shux reminded herself with the mental equivalent of a scorned flush. Self-possession was, after all, really one of the best traits one could have; it wrapped up all those desired attributes Shux had just been mulling over with a healthy heaping of not comparing onself to others, to boot.

Sigh.

Where were we, again?

Ah, right. Clouds.

It'd been a good long while since the last occasion upon which Shux had actually taken the time to cloudwatch - stretched out in the grass and everything - and assign shapes to the faintly luminescent steam-bomb blobs in a sort of low-stakes Rorschach test that blurred the lines between mims' focal lens strength and the compromises humans were willing to make when they wanted to see something.

That was definitely what was making them uncharacteristically introspective, away and above the general idea that they were, well, cloudwatching, juvenile as it felt.

"Anything the matter, Shux?"

Apparently, they'd even lapsed into silence, leaving the clouds to make their afternoontime meander across the skyglobe at a pace Shux honestly didn't know how to compare to that of earth's atmosphere's usual residents.

It was a Mira-cle they even had such a familiar biome in Primordia, huh?

...Elma had just raised a brow at that one. In combination with the pensive mood, Shux had probably taken that reaction a little too easily to heart.

But what was the point?

"Not at all," she answered honestly. "Just feels different finally taking a break."

Elma nodded. "That's a good observation to make. It wouldn't be right if we finally breached the Lifehold Core and had a collective non-reaction."

Returning their eyes to the sky, Shux took one last scan before letting their eyes lid in freshly determined relaxation. There were the suggestions of a rubber duck (definitely a rubber duck, and not the more distinctive [more alarming] shape of a Saltat), stemmed wisps that made a cumulus cloud look more like a Sylvalum-style tree sphere, a couple of heatproof pipes, a Megajolt Rattle from Cauldros, an Oblivian Ouroboros Bracelet, maybe even a Goddess's Kiss...

All depending on your perspective.

"Very true! I wouldn't want to get so unknowingly weary that I started dreaming about sexy alien women up there in the clouds."

That got Elma blushing, and gave Shux the opportunity to pop up and catch them for a grateful kiss on the cheek.