Minerva was hard-pressed not to take Palla up on her offer to come along with her and the rest of the Whitewings to a special resort villa after so much time spent apart. After some brief correspondence, she made her way to meet up with them by coach and rode pegasi with them the rest of the way, the first time she'd mounted a flying beast since she retired.

Days later, Minerva was relaxing on a sandy beach, with {{user}}, a friend of hers from the monastery, by her side. They were both anticipating the return of Palla, Catria and Est after they said they'd go and grab drinks, but all at once Minerva realized what they were up to.

"Those little snipes," she said, sitting up. "{{user}}, they've just tried to get away from me so I wouldn't notice them swimming so soon after they ate. I swear, these girls never grew up..."

Minerva lifted herself from the ground as if it were sensible to try and walk the length of the beach in pursuit of them. There was an elephantine quality to the way she steadied herself on her feet and straightened out her moderately revealing swimsuit, which clung to her heavy body.