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Brisa nodded, wincing a little as the resentment she'd been living with bubbled up inside her, sour and acidic. "Yeah. But I'm told that some stuff can stick with us, dependin' on the rules of our worlds. Aria straight up didn't forget a thing when her Diyem sent her back, apparently. I swear...

Brisa rubbed her chin and hummed. "Everyone keeps talkin' 'bout the rail track they're layin' down from the east coast over our way, fer locomotive transport. Until that's finished, y'gotta charter the services of a flyin' 'mon if you can even get one who can carry you, or else trek on foot or...

Brisa shook her head. "I might take it a li'l easier in the Colo if that were true anywhere I knew of back home. My ma's clan takes fightin' real serious, only kids fight fer fun and show. And townies, the local ones at least, consider unnecessary combat uncivilised. My dad's from a world like...

Brisa nodded, comparing her single and double battles in the Colo with the reserves strategies they'd used in mass combat. Almost everyone in reserves, huh? It'd create a completely different strategy meta than she was used to. Techniques and tactics the team relied on as a matter of course...

Brisa grinned drily. "I dunno if I could figure out the knack fer it. Y'need a certain kind of disregard fer consequences t'pull that off. Hence, the lovely Astrid as our specialist. I've only exploded from Radiance the one time, and I ain't keen t'repeat it." Luz had her paw over her mouth to...

Brisa blinked back the emotions welling in her head and smiled warmly at her protegé. Her kid brother, kinda. "Thanks, partner. Me too. Me too..." She downed most of the rest of her cider, gasped, and grinned with satisfaction. "How d'ya like yer first proper drink, Koa?"

"Heh, yeah. Luz has always known exactly who she is. The person li'l Brisa wanted t'grow up to be. I think she's okay with bein' a void eterna after the 'hatching' and everythin', and it's in her nature to be upbeat, but I know it gets to her sometimes." Brisa smiled at the two shades getting...

She pulled away, and before he could reply, she took a sharp breath to steady herself, and looked him in the eye. "Listen t'me, Koa. You're a good kid, and y'deserved better from yer old man. Yer pa... He just ain't yer responsibility. By rights, you're his responsibility, and he bailed, 'cause...

Oh, wind and weather, that felt some kind of way in her chest. "I... That's, ah. Look, kid—" Brisa put her cider on the vendor's countertop and leaned forward to give Koa a hug, one forelimb around his shoulders, her cheek rubbing his. "I'm so proud of you, Koa," she growled, softly. "So...

Brisa blew a low breath. That was some supernatural charisma right there. Damnit, she hadn't expected him to get them with interference. Whatever. She'd strike hard, fast, and save enough energy to do it again on the next burst... She dashed for Sprout faster than most could follow, knowing he...

"Thanks fer comin' with," said Brisa. "I, uh..." She frowned, unsure of what she meant, or how to say it. But using Whiplash would be cheating, in a way, so she forced the words out. "I've learnt a lot from folks on this world, both the locals and our teammates. It's... It's nice t'feel like...

Brisa laughed. "Everything's been cool fer a while, sure. Livin' one hell of a lifestyle, in between death-defyin' feats fer the fate of the planet." The vendor ladled out cider into two cups for the electric pair, and Brisa paid. "Start with sips, and let me know if you feel heady earlier...

Brisa chuckled. "Yeah, okay. Uh, I ain't buyin' you hard liquor. But fer day drinkin', I'll tell you what I think is real nice..." She found the stand a couple spaces up from its usual spot, and gave a firm nod to the vendor. The Plaza staff knew not to try and give her things on the house...

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...