She then looked at the prince with a nostalgic gaze.
“Still… I had no idea that another similar world like the one I helped save existed,” She looked around the colosseum, eyes stumbling on a crack in the wall. “And had its own group of outlanders to save. It’s all quite… amusing. Especially when our existences find parallels with each other.”
“Ah, thou tell me about that! Parallel universes with parallel threats handled by parallel entities… That is quite a lot to take in.”
Icetales sat back down and sipped some more of his tea, letting the fresh flavor wash over his body. “And I concur. It is quite amusing, indeed. When it is not confusing, that’s it.”
She eyed up his blades.
“It’s not often you see the blade in a pokemon’s paw, most would choose their abilities or other weapons,” She sipped again. “Excellent brew, by the way… reminds me of the herbal remedies of home… what is yours like? Your home, I mean? I do like to hear of worlds beyond mine.”
Icetales tilted his head. “Oh, is that so? In my world, weaponry is relatively common, even if it is hardly ever used for bellicose purposes. At least, not in modern times.”
He sighed and looked at his remaining swords. “And no, it is not very common for a Ninetales to wield a sword, but that is something I have learned to do to improve my finesse, speed and skills. Also, to strengthen my jaws.”
The Ninetales looked at his tea. “Anyway, I appreciate the compliment. This blend is a recreation of some tea I used to drink in my world: a strong touch of mint with some aromatic and medical herbs. And whenever I enchant it, I can feel a surge of energy that improves my resistance to attacks.
“Now, for some general details about my world, hmm…” He sipped some more tea. “It is… a world like any other? Divided in kingdoms, with Borealis as the Winter Empire and Solaris as the Summer Republic, among things. I used to live in Borealis, but due to some… unfortunate circumstances, I had to move to the republic. It is pleasant, full of beaches and pretty flower patches.” He chuckled. “The kind of stuff thou cannot see in a country with neverending snow…”