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All things considered, it was a nice day. They'd had a lot of nice days, lately. The weather gods' appreciative send-off, perhaps? In any case, life seemed almost normal in the Plaza. Like there hadn't just been a near-apocalypse, at all. "Alright, kid. I woulda waited a li'l longer fer this...

Brisa raised her head in a small nod of acknowledgement. "You'll have seen some of my matches, then," she said, stating a fact. Her participation rates had been recordbreaking. "Not that there's much time left t'make use of it or anythin', but, d'you have any . . . advice, I guess? Colour me...

Luz beamed happily, eating up Rocky's enthusiasm. "Yeah, that was somethin' real special. Y'think anyone got it on video? I wanna watch the highlights. D'you think I could put my participation on my resume? Jus' kiddin'." Brisa snorted, and shoved her haul from bar where everyone could reach...

"Cauldron ain't the place fer a quiet drink, y'know." "Guess not! But I've had my share of quiet lately. I kinda feel like runnin' into someone, t'be honest! Been awhile since we had a group yarn with folks. Maybe we'll see Vix an' Kane, or Cythnian an' Ivy?" "Don't seem likely. But sure, yer...

Brisa laughed in agreement. "Yeah, we're both always lookin' to work on things. Look fer solutions, train up, all that." She hummed in thought, lips pursed, as she padded further along the beach. Luz had found a piece of jet-black sea glass and was showing it off to Cal as if it were the most...

"'Course I am." Brisa's breathing came easily, no shudders of anxiety, no claustrophobia, just peaceful comfort in her lover's arms. It might not happen very many more times, but it could keep going just a little longer, just this once... "Mind if I drift off?" she murmured. "It's a warm night..."

It wasn't often that Starr said it out loud, but when she did, it filled Brisa's chest with a light that felt like it'd keep her warm forever. She smiled to herself and rumbled contentedly, her whole body feeling relaxed and bright, inside and out. She put her free paw over Starr's and gripped...

Brisa laughed as Starr ruffled her scalp. It still felt so good to lean on someone so comfortable with her. Who had the same kind of strength as her. "I hope so," she replied, softly. "I really fuckin' hope so." And maybe it could happen. It could happen. And she wanted that so much it felt...

Brisa blanked for a second, then snorted with surprise, then screwed her eyes shut and shoved her face into Starr's fur, and grabbed her in a full-on hug. "Don't give a damn," she said, voice muffled. "I'd meet you anywhere, darlin'." Thank the stars for Starr. And for that way she had of...

Brisa nodded. "I ain't afraid of what's ahead of me. It's gonna suck, but I really do believe I'm gonna change." The sand felt warm underfoot. A thin crust of dried sand covered the softer sand beneath, and where she stepped, it cracked. Like frost. Like leaves. Nature's patterns repeating...

Brisa cracked her neck and slammed one zeraora fist into the other zeraora palm. She knew what the crowd liked. "Don't you worry, Sprout," she called, "I'm gonna do my level goddamn best t'kick yer ass. I expect the same of you, fella!" The rush of searing Radiance blared in her ears...

Brisa turned to meet Owen's eye and felt a tightness by her sternum, a pressure behind the eyes. "Yeah... Me too, fella. Me too." She looked away and blew out a long, low whistle. No point in hiding your emotions around a guy who may as well be an empath. Kinda freeing, really, what with how...

The walk down from Treasure Town felt odd. Brisa had expected a mix of nostalgia and anxiety, but it felt unexpectedly new. And peaceful. The sun and wind were perfect, like the town always seemed to be blessed with, made new by her strange body and strange company. She wore her zeraora form...

Brisa returned the smirk with one of her own. Just another way Starr was rubbing off on her. "Fuck yeah. I'm gonna quit my job, smash the town gallows to smithereens, and... Maybe get t'know some folks besides the town reps, saloon regulars, and the like. 'Cause... Even if I forget everythin'...

Everything closing at 5pm? Ha. Like you could make anyone keep regular hours in Frontier Town. Starr really was a city gal through and through. "Same. I've spent what feels like half my life worth a damn livin' with a team full of fighters, strivin' to protect folks as actually appreciate our...

Brisa skewed her mouth as she considered growing up somewhere with a dulled sky. How... Empty. And yet, living in a city, you were surrounded by a galaxy of people. Countless chances to be something to someone. "Yeah, y'can see the whole damn galaxy clear as y'like. My ma's clan call it the...

Brisa flowed off the bench and into luxray form. "Sounds good. I still ain't been everywhere here, y'know? City's a big place." She shook her mane into shape and leaned down to offer Cynthian a spot on her shoulders. (The roserade had the shortest goddamn legs, was the thing...) "Where d'ya...

Brisa laughed, delighted by such a positive reaction. Cynthian just needed something to look forward to, huh. Who knew? "Well, even after all this time I'm no expert on the whole of this world, but I seen a few places worth visitin'. If you don't got intercontinental travel available...

The roof of the house had a patch of slightly discoloured tiling by now, from how often Brisa took her naps up there. The rate of differentiation had sped up a little since Starr had begun joining her up there most afternoons during their long recoveries post-battle. Sometimes talking. Sometimes...

Brisa chuckled at Cynthian's earnest turn. "Glad t'hear it, and good luck t'ya. As fer myself..." She sniffed, and smirked skyward. "I'm gonna go on a goddamn adventure. Visit someplace I've never been. Meet people that don't know the first thing about me. Win a real fight. Kiss a girl. Be...