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"Heh. Never learned myself. More of an American...more of a different culture's thing." It would sometimes strike her how American this place was in little ways. The society itself wasn't necessarily like anything in her world, but the little details sometimes had a cultural analogue and it...

"Hmm. Maybe. Not my biggest priority." Which was saying way, way too much. "You didn't have the Sight in your own world, did you?"

"My gift was mostly based in languages. I could talk to people and they would understand, even if we didn't speak the same languages. I would also understand everyone else. Well, almost everyone else..." Other psychics could interfere with her, but she'd only met three: Rachel, Lila, and... It...

Owen looked really uncomfortable about the whole thing. Even to someone unused to gauging body language by sight. She... she might've been a hypocrite. Cuicatl lowered herself to the ground a little more on reflex. Ordinarily it made it so she wasn't floating way above others, but now it meant...

"I can imagine that was jarring. Suddenly having... information on everything." She idly wondered what he knew about her from a glance. Everything? Nothing? Something in the middle. It made her shudder. It was best to keep some parts of her buried away from prying eyes. "How much does that get...

"Oh, it's, uh, it's great! I spent a lot of time flying in the weeks after I evolved. Felt so right. Sight's okay, I guess. Never really missed it before but I'm starting to see what the big deal was." She still wasn't sure what to make of it since a lot of her old identity was tied up in being...

Cuicatl found herself lingering in the park after distributing the day's cupcakes. She noted that some of the petals Cynthian planted were beginning to bloom into their own plants. So cool. Being able to just create life with a shake of your hands. Or bouquets. Not that she could talk about...

"Of course! I would love to!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Oh. I guess… I’ll find a vase. Or have one of my roommates do it since I’m not the best at handling fragile things. Yes. That will work. I would like to have a flower very much.”

“Is that okay? It kills them, right? I didn’t think you’d be…”

She paused. “Well, my favorite color when I was human was green. I couldn’t actually see colors but my hair was green so I liked it. Now I think I like red more. Like some of the flowers over there,” she waved a jaw-hand towards them. “Flowers in general are a lot better now… um. Not that they...

“We already classify her as a dragon at home. Doesn’t quite know any dragon attacks yet, but she’s getting there. Still just a hatchling.” Cuicatl paused. She’d decided not to panic about inevitably going back, but she still didn’t like to think about it. “Maybe more. Maybe not. Dragons are...

“Yeah, I was human.” Cuicatl paused. Pokémon didn’t always react great to learning about trainers. “And I had some Pokémon I traveled with, yes. A snow vulpix, a Beldum, and… you’ve met Coco, right?” The baby dinosaur perked up and wagged her tail back and forth in the grass.

“Ooh. I don’t think that’s a normal grass type thing in my world. I’ve never seen it, at least. It sounds like a cool trick for parties.”

"I mean, it's bad that all this is happening, but it's... exciting, I guess? My world might end in a few years and there's nothing I can really do about it. Here I at least have a chance to delay things. And maybe even go to the moon. I know the storm is more important, but going to the moon...

Cuicatl laughed. Sort of. Dragon laughs are more like growls. "Um. Sorry. Meant that as a laugh. I miss my hands, yeah, but this body's better in almost every other way. What have you been up to since... recently?"

Cuicatl paused as the scent around her changed. Evolution hadn't really dulled her sense of smell and it was a little... distracting. In a good way. "Beating up bad guys, keeping my roommates from killing each other, baking... Um, while you were... nevermind, but I kind of made a deal with...

"Yeah! It's not dragonfire, but... um. It's cool." Really put her tail in her mouth there. "And I think the colors are very pretty-striking. Pretty striking. They look nice."

Speaking of flowers... a particularly nice smelling one approached. They hadn't interacted as much as she would have liked. Cuicatl wasn't sure if she should initiate. Was it awkward? Cynthian called out to her. The dragon pivoted in midair to see that. Huh. She looked a lot different. Smelled...

Flowers had always smelled nice. Cuicatl had also found dandelions fun to twist around with her hands until the pollen had fallen out and her palms were a little sticky. Seeing them was better. It would be a long, long time before she got tired of hovering above gardens. Coco had come along...