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"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...

This is weirdly compelling. I don't even know what my emotional reaction is to it, it's so strange, but I think I'd read more in this vein.

Brisa returned later, with medicine on hand, just in case. She spotted the minccino from earlier near the entrance to Team Spice's place and approached to offer her paw. This time she had a greeting scripted for herself ahead of time, well-rehearsed in her head. "Hey there, sorry for earlier...

Brisa shuddered internally at the notion of carrying on a telepathic dialogue at length with an unseen conversational partner. To each, their own. "Well, something like that," she said. "Her illness turned out to be caused by a parasitic spectre that only the folks in our posse can see. She...

"I recall hearing such a thing," Brisa said. "You must have a lotta courage to do something like that. Glad to have you. Say, you wouldn't happen to be going the way of Sharpedo Bluff, would ye? That's where I'm headed."

Brisa blushed behind her fur at "warm heart," and stood to leave. She looked over for Owen, who she'd yet to properly meet, and saw he was leaving. "Hold it, stranger!" she called, with unexpected boldness. "I'd care to make your full acquaintance, so don't be slipping away, now!" She moved...

Brisa gave a vague, flustered acknowledgment when Astrid returned the compliment. Maybe she meant it, maybe she didn't. Of course, Brisa hoped she did... She watched the exchange of puns with a growing smile. They were getting along! This was good! Her friends liked each other! She breathed out...