Grave Robbing is My Family Tradition (2)

Ethan and Mirajane strolled through the deserted streets of Crocus, the moonlight casting an eerie glow around them. The remnants of their escapade in the Dragon Graveyard lingered in the air.

"Hey, we scored quite a stash back there," Ethan said with a smirk, glancing at Mirajane.

"Those bones had some serious mojo!" Mirajane grinned, clearly excited by the unearthly energy they had encountered.

"We'll have to go back, you know," Ethan mentioned, scratching his head. "Couldn't grab everything in one go."

"Absolutely! Gotta get our hands on that Dragon Slayer magic," Mirajane replied, determination flashing in her eyes. "Can't wait to give it a whirl!"

Back at their place, the night felt charged with energy. Mirajane flopped onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"This whole dragon bone thing… It's like, 'whoa, this is real,'" she mused, her voice filled with wonder.

Ethan joined her, leaning back against the headboard. "It's crazy, right? But you, Mira, you're a natural at this grave robbing."

They talked late into the night, swapping ideas about mastering the dragon's power and what it could mean for Fairy Tail. The excitement of their adventure mixed with the thrill of something bigger on the horizon.

As dawn broke, Ethan and Mirajane, tired but buzzing with excitement, found comfort in each other's presence. The ethereal connection between them felt stronger than ever, promising a future filled with magic, adventure, and shared dreams.