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“Oh.” Dialga and Palkia always seemed too Primordial to be real. Or at least, real in a way humans should be concerned about. Progenitors of the current gods that either went back to sleep or have better things to do. It doesn’t bode well for something that ancient to be awake. “I’ll keep that...

“Oh.” Truth be told, Cuicatl barely even knew who those people were. “So what happened with you and Maple?” she whispered.

“Thanks...” Truthfully, she didn’t know what to say to that. “Anyone else here? I can’t see.”

Oh wow. Cynthian was old. Unless years are different here because of a different distance from the sun. But it feels similar enough to her own. If it was closer it would be much hotter, and it would be colder if farther away. Instead this world feels kind of like earth. Maybe a little cooler...

“The small things are good. My family,” the living members, at least, “and friends. The sounds of nature waking up in the morning. If you can put the big stuff aside for a moment, things can feel okay.” Unless you also poisoned the small stuff by killing your brother and mother, betraying your...

“That sounds nice. Mine’s... not like that. Lots of wars. Countries occupying other countries. People fighting over which gods are stronger. There are still good humans and pokemon, but it seems like everything goes wrong when enough get together to make decisions.” “Sorry. That was a little dark.”

Cuicatl pointedly did not answer the question on how she was doing. She found herself feeling better as she talked to the Roselia. No need to drag her baggage into this. “What was your home like?”

And if she wasn’t capable of feeling, what was attract going to do? But she sensed that Cynthian had hit the point where more teasing would be mean. “And how have you been doing since then?”

Okay so that probably was Cynthian. Not that there were any other flowers on the team. “Hi,” Cuicatl said. Screw it, they were at the teasing point in sort of friendship, right? “How did the attract plan end up working out?”

Cuicatl entered the lab. She’d been paged and thought that she might as well see what, if anything, she could contribute. “Hey,” she said. She thought she smelled someone familiar, but she didn’t want to be sure. Could be another of the same species. “Who all is here?”

“It was screwing with everyone, but only a few of us let it win... it’s... there’s nothing to say. Maybe we should just get going...”

There was such an easy out but... Cuicatl still needed to admit something. Needed to get Starr to stop being so nice to her. “I don’t remember a lot of the fight. I blacked out halfway through. Started attacking people. Don’t even know who gave me this,” she said, gesturing with her head to the...

Damn it. Why’d she have to care? She wasn’t supposed to do that. Not now. “I... I thought being a dragon would solve more than it did.” Two wingull squabble in the distance, fighting over a shiny piece of detritus. The waves crash below. Cuicatl was fine. She. Was. Fine. “But I’m doing okay. I...

“I... I really like being a deino. But I’m raising a tyrunt who just hatched and imprinted on me. I think I should go back. It’s the right thing to do. Even if I wished I didn’t have to.”

Starr clearly didn't want to talk about her past. Which mostly just made Cuicatl more curious. If she knew much more than Cuicatl, surely Starr could help them figure out exactly what they were fighting? But she didn't want to. It wasn't enough to automatically flag her as a traitor, but Cuicatl...

Starr sharply inhaled, her heartbeat quickened, and even the temperature around the two shifted. She’d hit a nerve with the legends. From their past conversations it really didn’t seem like she was a priestess, or even particularly devout. That irreverence and the mix of nonchalance and panic to...

Oh. So she isn't really... interested in that. Of course. Of course the one thing she had to contribute didn't matter. "I guess they got a few gods. Lugia for sure. Maybe her three daughters. Or Ho-oh's sons. That's all rumor, though." "'m fine. Really. What's a hydreigon without scars?"

Cuicatl stretched as she woke up. Her side still hurt, but less intensely than last night. Stupid, awesome dragon healing. “Hi, Starr.” She wasn’t quite sure what to say. She’d heard that Starr had returned, heard some strange rumors about where she’d been. But then she’d never followed up on...

Cuicatl wasn't entirely sure how she got here. One moment she was lying down in the field, weighed down by physical and emotional wounds. Then she was here. No one had healed her side. Maybe someone offered but she declined. That sounded plausible. Or maybe no one even bothered to do anything...

short one shot of what cuicatl was doing during the fight while I was too lazy to actually make a post during the events. shouldn't really affect anyone else's arc... going to write this in second person present because her head is already being screwed with and it's not really meant to slot in...