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"Looks like I'm bein' challenged to a duel," said Luz, reverently. She couldn't resist. Then the cyan light indicated an attack against Cal, and Luz yanked her out of the way. Not a duel, then! "Get clear of the light," she cried. Then she advanced, grinning wildly. Why shouldn't she have fun?

"Alright, darlin'. I'll look out fer ya." Luz gave Cal's shoulder another squeeze, and kept on. Bring it, Zeraora of Cibus.

Luz halted for a moment, and put a paw on Cal's shoulder. "Zeraora is speakin' t'me through the electric terrain. She ain't too friendly. Cal, are y'sure y'wanna come with me fer this bit? Startin' t'think I might genuinely be in danger. Which, y'know, I'm fine with. But I gotta pass the...

Sombra put her nose to Shadow's head and kept hold of him. "We all want each other t'be happy. Shit's always more complicated than that. But you know that. An' speakin' of you... You'll be loved, in time, I'm sure. Y'just gotta meet someone who understands you an' doesn't turn away . . . an'...

Brisa shook her mane and huffed. "Yeah, I could do with havin' some privacy. Else I'd go back to sleepin' on the goddamn rooftop, like back in Treasure Town." She scratched at her cheek. "Guess familiars don't get their own space, huh. That seem right t'you? I guess they rest okay in their...

"Ain't sure at all, but I gotta try," replied Luz. Time to call out. "Zeraora of Cibus!" she cried. "I am a zeraora with no history, seekin' a future! I ask you to speak with me!" Worth a try.

"I've been pretty darn social from the day I hatched," remarked Luz. "No idea if th'Wanderin' Light was as social as the tales described. They tell of a gal who'd show up to every party, but be gone before it was over. Sure seems like yer gal here ain't a party animal." She walked into the...

Sombra's face contorted into a grimacing scowl that she didn't let Shadow see, though he may have felt her grip on him tighten. "A gal who promised she trusted us an' then never reached out after somethin' went wrong. A gal we protected from the anger of the townsfolk, who hightailed it once...

"I ain't worried about that," said Luz, beaming. "I mightn't be mortal, anyway! An' I got bravery written into my very nature." And her only ancestor was Luz Escarpa. "C'mon, let's get on!"

"Maybe all it'll take is a tiny change," conceded Luz. "Y'know, a tiny change actually happened, just a day or so before Briz woke up in Veritas City..." Her attention turned to their pursuer. "How d'ye do, stranger? Might ya be Luxray Onion? Well met!"

Luz's reply caught in her throat a moment, but she forced them out all the same. "People don't treat Brisa right where she's from. I got plenty of her memories up here," – she tapped her head, conscious that the memories were actually in the stone her chest concealed – "an' that's somethin' I...

Sombra let Shadow stay there, clinging. She clung back, and her exhaustion seeped out of her continuously in that dry, warm, moving air that felt so like a sigh. "You've got twice the years I have, if our years ain't too different. D'you really think it's so simple as lovable and unlovable...

Luz shrugged. "I figure real power has t'be heavy. Like, I'm made from stories about a hero who's brave an' bold and wild, but seein' all the wrong as gets done by powerful individuals makes me think that it takes somethin' special t'be strong in that way an' stay strong in the other way...

Luz checked her badge for the time since her last report-in on the groupchat. "Yeah, not quite that long. But a while. Plenty of time to think. I don't much intend t'give up, whatever we find today. Yer welcome t'keep pace with me as long as y'like, of course. You're good company, partner."...

"Sure thing, partner!" Luz exclaimed, apparently to Cal, to Sour, and to herself. She set off without hesitating, swinging her arms with loose energy. They were onto something after all, against all expectations!

"Cal's my friend," declared Luz. "If she wants to come, I'll protect her." She put a firm paw on Cal's shoulder. "It's your call, partner. What'll it be?"

Luz beamed. "Sounds right t'me. The zeraora whose likeness I bear is sometiems called th'Wanderin' Light, given her proclivity fer endless journeyin'. She's a protector, too. But I, ah. I can't meet her any time soon. That bein' so, I'll do my utmost to seek out a zeraora t'learn from!" She...

Luz rubbed the back of her neck and grinned abashedly. "Well, what we are is a long story. I guess y'could say we're a li'l like ditto? Anyway, I'm meant t'be a zeraora, I guess, just as my pal here is meant to be a charmeleon. But I never met one, y'know? Was hopin' I might meet 'em, or at...

"Well met, Luxray Sour!" said Luz, cheerfully. She strode forwards to extend a paw to shake. "Ought I to assume yer already familiar with us familiars?" She smiled at her own, unintentional joke. "Either way, I don't suppose y'might be willin' to tell me about Zeraora, would ya?"

"Maybe I shoulda brought Brisa," mused Luz, out loud. She had no idea how she'd stand up to the luxray tribe, but she was probably made of tougher stuff than Cal, and coming here had been her idea. The decision was an easy one. She casually moved in front of Cal, ready to block the attack, her...