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“Oh, I could never move stuff. Just talk to people silently, even if we spoke different languages.” She reached down and sniffed for the lump. It smelled like alcohol. Strange. She hadn’t heard that before. “Oh! And I can’t wait to evolve! I knew a hydreigon back home, and I saw what she could...

“Oh, I’m fine with things being in my head. I was psychic back home. Had a twin.” It was okay. She could say that. Either he’d be back when she evolved, or the stone would revive him. The others were talking in hushed tones about whether their shades were really the people they knew, but they’d...

“Probably? The ones that create ghosts? Sorry, I can’t see it...”

“The thing that people are making familiars from? I want one and I heard you had extra... although I guess you might want a lot of familiars.” Cuicatl wouldn’t mind that. She could have her brother and Alice. Or Pixie. Hell, if she had Coco here she wouldn’t even have to leave.

“Oh, right.” Sometimes sighted people also didn’t know who they were dealing with. It was easy enough to forget that back home given her distinctive appearance. “Hi, I’m Cuicatl. Someone told me that you had extra lumps...?”

Cuicatl hurried down the halls, hoping to catch up to her target before he left. But the scent led down, deeper into the guild. She slowed her steps and regulated her breathing before finding a door with a single heartbeat behind it. She opened it with a quick bite and turn of her head. “Hi...

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“Wouldn’t the molten stuff be cold when Maple got it?” Cuicatl asked, suddenly unsure if she was right. Icetails was way more in his element here than her.

Thinking about the prey... as an unrepentant omnivore before, Cuicatl supposed she should have cared more about that. But she didn’t. It was part of nature. She was part of nature. It wasn’t wrong and there was nothing to feel guilty about. She didn’t voice this. “I’ve been... okay. Mostly...

Cuicatl sat back down. Drinking could wait. She probably couldn’t even do very much in her new body. The gods saw fit that she couldn’t before. Half a glass in and her... and he would start to chide her to slow down. Maybe she didn’t want to drink, after all. “How have things been for you? I...

“Strong and spicy... hmm. It fits.” Cuicatl stretched out and rose up, unsure what to do with her plate. “You seem busy, Icetails. Would you prefer it if I went to the bar now, or do you want some company?”

Cuicatl stepped forward and began messily devoting the fish on her plate like only a blind dragon could. It was good. Certainly not her best cooking, but still good.

“Alright. Just tell me when it’s cooked enough.” She could probably smell it, but still. Cuicatl inhaled and focused. There was a well of power deep inside of her. The oldest of energies. The Gift of the Starchild. The birthright of the dragons. Releasing it was akin to singing, but with badass...

Cuicatl froze up when asked what she should eat. Damn it, that hadn’t been a problem here. People just told her what lunch was and she ate it. “I’ll take whatever Celeste does. And cook it with dragon fire.” Because she wasn’t going to just have dragon fire available and not cook with it.

“Hmm. I should probably eat first. I’m not very big anymore. Don’t know what I can tolerate on an empty stomach.” Cuicatl did not have to share that she had never been very big.

Cuicatl paused. Meat sounded lovely but she smelled something else. Something she hadn’t been able to get in Alola due to stupid American laws. “Yes! I would love some meat. And, um, you have a bar, right?”

Cuicatl walked into the street, stunned by the smells hitting her sensitive dragon nose. She didn't actually know any of the people here, save Icetails, who was probably busy. She still walked up to him anyway. "Hey... a bit late to offer, but I can cook and clean if you want help now or at the...

"What? No! You're the only other dragon..."

Cuicatl stretched out. She had no idea what she was supposed to be doing since she couldn't see the instructions, but stretching her legs until they hurt and holding them there seemed like the right thing to do. Her teammates were talking about their rock collections. To be honest, she barely...

Cuicatl walked over to the litten — the Torracat. Others had whispered about evolution, and she did smell a little different. But she held back a few body lengths away. Brisa was dealing with her. Starr would rather deal with her friend, anyway. She had no further business here, but it would...