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Brisa, who'd accompanied Owen in, offered up an explanation of what had happened in the Bluff earlier. It felt like her first time walking a rope bridge over the ravine to speak in front of such a crowd, but she'd done that and she'd do this. "Celeste, Ashwood and I were down at the Bluff...

"Yes." A fight would be good, actually. Maybe not until she'd had a moment to think, but soon. "I might just take you up on that later," she said, some vigour returning to her voice. "I've heard it said that you're quite the scrapper!" They set off together back to town, chatting with...

Brisa followed Owen out. At first, she wasn't sure if she should say anything, and she wondered with a sick lurch if he'd thought her outpouring to be pathetic, entitled, overblown. She remembered his comforting paw on her shoulder. "It means a lot to me that you helped out with this," she...

"Thank you, Surf. I guess it oughta go to Pine? Just a feeling I have. I can always try Bone later if it doesn't work out." She stood to bow to both sisters before leaving. "It's been a pleasure. I'm glad to have been of help today, and I will remember your kindness."

I don't pay enough attention to competitive stuff to hear about anything except "Landorus is OP" and "stealth rock is meta-defining". Such things don't inform the pokémon I like—I go off how good I think the design is and my personal degree of attachment.

Brisa tried to remember letter-writing etiquette and compose a thoughtful message in her head without keeping anyone waiting. It occurred to her that most letter-writing practices were either bunk or inapplicable, and from a different culture than Cibus', besides. No matter. It was a challenge...

Yes! Wonderful! I am thoroughly delighted! Make a contract with me and become a magical author! First off, since I beta-read this only recently I can see all the improvements you've made, either based on my commentary or otherwise, and they are all absolutely effective in improving the prose...

"You'd do me a favour like that? I gotta say, I really appreciate it. Uh, I'm literate, but I don't know if folks here read and write the same script we use back home, so I might have to dictate if that's alright?" Brisa's body language had transformed in seconds, ears perked and tail high...

"Maple's the smeargle gal, right? You reckon her portal technique could do the trick? Either way, I was kinda expectin' y'all to have a postal service."

Brisa returned Owen's smile, and patted his hand with her forepaw. She would now willingly die for this polite reptile. "Pine and Bone, got it. But is there any way I could get contact them remotely, or travel very swiftly between Treasure Town and their abodes?"

Brisa nodded carefully, an anxious pit forming in her gut. Diyem had promised her that she would return to her old life, but what if he'd lied? Or got it wrong? She imagined Gil, alone, waiting for her forever. She wondered whether she'd left an inert luxio corpse behind. Her mouth dried up...

Brisa gave a delighted nod to Owen as he responded with evident pleasure to her challenge. Good. There was someone in the posse with a much of a battle-yearning as her. "Well, I sure don't, but I heard tell earlier that some folks were getting together to discuss tracking them down. Kinda want...

Brisa cringed a little at the comment on her name, but brushed it off. Culture was what it was, she supposed. "Amnesia was always my pa's explanation, too. I never found out if he got his memories back, but if he did, he sure didn't share 'em with me. If it's no trouble and nothin' too private...

Logging three hours of writing, and I beta-read a thing by @Bluwiikoon!

Brisa nodded earnestly, relief pouring through her expression as the confession was well-received. She grinned. "Y'know, my father was the same. He never really got his head around it, always wanted to talk things out, but he could fight like nobody else. He didn't talk about it much, is the...

Half human. She'd never thought of herself as that, not really. She'd always thought about it indirectly — her father who was once a human/she had a transformed human for a parent/there was something downright unusual about her ancestry. She fumbled internally for a way to seize on the topic...

"I've no doubt she'll be on her feet again in no time," said Brisa, her chest aching a little. She studied Surf for... something, some sign that the two of them were alike. "I take it you two are pretty tough." She provided some medical supplies from the small carry bag she'd stored them in.

Brisa shrugged. "I heard she took ill before we even arrived in this world. Her sister was frettin' over her on day one. I take it that the shadow creature has something to do with why we were summoned here. You ready to go in?" Deep breaths. It was gonna be fine. Of course, it wasn't really...

"Possession by an invisible shadow only our posse can see," Brisa summarised, wincing at the implausibility of it. "Starr and I beat the thing out of Turf, but she's hurting from it." She almost felt reluctant to step down. Starr's aggressive finisher had worked but it just plain looked bad to...