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The winds of Treasure Town seemed to blow a little more strongly in this part of the cliff. Then again, it might have also been because when Necrozma stopped talking, Xatu did not start. Not until another breeze finished its long sigh. "Myself," Xatu said.

Silence answered Necrozma, but that strange presence remained, and soon, a Xatu emerged from the tent. He stared unblinkingly ahead, yet somehow it seemed like he was paying close attention to Necrozma at the same time. "Hello."

"Very good!" Sunny said with an encouraging smile. Despite the overwhelming energy that went channeling into Cynthian, Sunny seemed almost completely unaffected. "Looks like it's working just fine! Congratulations." She bowed, revealing a Paras that had been hiding behind her head. It skittered...

Owen finished writing out the letter and verified what it said before closing it up. Surf didn't seem to understand most of the diction, or it was too wordy for her to retain interest. By the end, Surf smiled blankly and said, "I'll make sure this gets delivered as soon as possible. Since it's...

"Oh! So you wanted to learn Giga Drain? Well, why don't you try it out on me?" she offered. "I'm certainly able to handle energy-based attacks like that, you know. My kind are good with that sort of thing." Sunny grinned, and then faced him directly. "That was a vision of someone who once knew...

And finally, to this, Jumpluff seemed pleased. The bowl of energy disappeared, and then, with a nod, Jumpluff himself faded away. The stars circled around Cynthian in a hypnotic vortex, each one disappearing one after the other rapidly. Suddenly, weight returned to his body--weight he didn't...

Humming accompanied Cynthian's awakening, though he hadn't moved much from where he had been meditating. Cynthian had been out for at least half an hour; the sun's position was a little different, and Sunny was in the middle of inspecting all of the eggs.

Jumpluff smiled; it seemed so. Now, for the serious part. Focusing on the pool of energy, the spheres became larger and the streams thicker and denser. This time, it looked like the bowl's contents were starting to fade... but not quite. Cynthian would have to increase how much was drawn away...

"Oh, that's fine," Surf said, nodding. "I think Diyem--er, our leader, the one guiding us--he helps translate a lot of things, including script. It might just come to you. I have a much easier time writing in Unown script here, though." "Oh, aren't you fancy," Surf commented with an amused...

"Oh! That." Surf nodded. "Guess with all the crazy stuff that's been happening, I forgot that you can just deliver letters. Yeah, we've got that. D'you want to borrow a paper or something to write them a letter? If it's addressed from Team Spice, you bet they'll read it." "Writing to other...

Surf and Turf exchanged looks at this one, frowning. "Sorry," Surf said. "We have the Waypoint stuff for travel within the continent, but it's not really strong enough to go across entire oceans like that. They're mostly for Dungeons... or, well, where Dungeons used to be. And other big towns...

Owen blinked a few times, surprised at how much Brisa had said just then. Suddenly, it all seemed to click for him, and he'd put a hand over his heart without realizing it. "Brisa..." Surf was less perceptive, merely nodding and saying, "I guess we both have a pretty good reason to find him...

The streams formed, albeit weaker than what Jumpluff was doing. Still, he smiled when Cynthian understood, and then focused entirely on the bowl, which never seemed to run out of its contents to take. Instead, Jumpluff intensified the stream, and then glanced again at Cynthian.

Jumpluff continued to stare at the bowl, drawing the white mist toward himself again. It was another silent motion, but it seemed like the stream had become thicker again, bits of the white energy going toward Jumpluff in whole spheres now. Then, Jumpluff glanced expectantly at Cynthian.

The Jumpluff stared for a while longer, then made a silent motion to the space between them. More constellations formed in the middle, creating a thin, water-like liquid resting in a starry bowl. The Jumpluff then stared at Cynthian, though if he tried to touch the bowl, a barrier would block...

For a while, only silence answered Cynthian, seconds passing like minutes. And then, the stars seemed to shift a little. Swirls of light and dots collected in front of Cynthian like a nebula, pinpricks forming constellations and soft outlines until, finally, a white, ghostly figure of a Jumpluff...

Sunny quieted the kids down, did a quick check of all the eggs, and then closed her eyes. "O, ancestors in the stars... Bestow upon us your knowledge for this young soul to inherit..." She went on, likely specifics of some kind, but now, even if Cynthian wanted to break out of his trance, he...

Agreeing to learn an Egg Move from Sunny was a strange prospect indeed. Once considered to be completely tied to your birth, new theories have shown that high compatibility with other Pokemon, often of the same species, can allow one to learn these once-inherited techniques. Yet now, Sunny found...

Surf and Turf exchanged a look, then nodded at one another. "I think I know what you're talking about," Surf said. "It's about his old life, right?" Turf frowned. "If you become a Pokemon and live in this world, that means you stopped being human in another. That's what Dad said when we...

"It's just a matter of meditation," Sunny explained with a friendly smile. "I'll handle the rest. All I need is for you to be thinking of the move you want, and then I do a small ceremony, and the rest falls into place! Everyone's experience is a little different, depending on the Pokemon."