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Celeste blinked a few times. “Huh. This feels... surprisingly normal. Like they’re not even there. I expected them to at least tickle a little... Well, they did feel a little funny when you put them in, but not now.” He perked up and smiled. “How do they look?”

“Yes, please. I don’t think I can get them in myself.”

“Dress up? Why would I want to- Oh, that’s what cause-play is, isn’t it.” After coming out of the shop, Celeste now owned a pair of contact lenses. There was just one thing... “How do I wear these?”

After arriving from the woodlands, Celeste looked up and down the marketplace stalls. He whispered to Cynthian. “Which of these do you think sells cause-play things?”

Celeste had no idea what cause-play was, and the idea of putting crystals on his eyes sounded painful, but if Cynthian said it worked, he was willing to try it. “Sure. Marketplace it is.” The two headed to the marketplace. <><><><><>

“Contact... lenses? I... That... Would that work? What is a contact lens?”

“If only I could dip my irises in blue paint...”

Ah, Diyem. It made sense that some of his teammates weren’t too happy about that revelation. Celeste himself felt th- Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. You’ll only stress yourself out. “No, in my real body, my eyes are a nice shade of blue instead.”

Celeste sighed. Though Cynthian may have been trying to be positive, it was as he feared. “Thank you? I do wish I could’ve kept my natural eye colour, though. “Should I ask what you were doing here as well? How was the bush?”

“I’m just a bit worried about something. Tendon, the other Absol we met, has intimidating bloodred eyes. I’m worried that, if Diyem made this body like the normal Absol here, then... Well... I’m worried I have frightening bloodred eyes, too! I don’t like the idea of people seeing me like that...

Ever since Celeste had seen Tendon and his strange bloodred eyes, he’d been wondering something. He’d had bigger things to worry about with Icetales, and then with Diyem, but now it seemed he had time to ask about it. Cynthian was here, why not ask him. “Hello, Cynthian. Erm, I have an odd...

Logging an hour of writing. Edit: And another hour. Should be fine to edit this one in since nothing’s happened since this post.

Celeste pressed a paw to his forehead, as if he had a headache. This was getting complicated. “What if we tell Potluck first? He seems more trustworthy than Maple, if what I’ve heard about her is to be believed.”

“Oh... Is that all? I was expecting... more.”

“Come on, have you all forgotten the history lesson? Sure, it was a story poorly told, but... you remember nothing of it? Dark Matter was the big evil thingy that tried to destroy the world!”

Celeste rushed in. “Are we late?”

Celeste smiled and gave a nod. “Yes, that’s the very idea I was about to suggest myself.” Diyem? What’s going on? “Well, we’d best be on our way.” Celeste bowed back. “Nice talking to you!” <><><><><>

“Icetales it is, then. And yes, that is where my name comes from. Even stargazing here, though seems to be dangerous alone. That’s what I was doing when... you know.”

Name: Salac Species: Braxien De-facto leader and shrinekeeper of her town after her mother’s age-related death. When not performing her duties, she prefers to spend her time dabbling in the arcane and the scientific. (To her eyes, both are different sides of the same coin.) Close to achieving...

“My name is Celeste. May I ask yours?”