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Cynthian pouted and narrowed her eyes at her with deep skepticism. "You're not about to pull another fast one on me, are you?"

"They aren't named after food actually, nor does it have anything to do with their culture." Cynthian raised a flower to her chin and hummed. "From what I gather, it's just a byproduct of Diyem's translation magic or whatever. Much easier for him to use blanket templates for mon depending on...

"No. We both have our worlds and duties to return to. His is to his people and mine is to seek someone I had once lost," Cynthian replied nonchalantly. She gazed at the beach momentarily. "At the end of the day, we can only cherish this fleeting bond we share and move on when the time comes...

"Oh, romance huh?" Cynthian muttered while using Alice like a floating log. Her cheeks reddened and she couldn't stifle her giggle. "Well you've met Icetales, right? The ninetales with the charming accent? He and I are bonded," she said with a dreamy sigh. "It's more than just simple romance...

A shriek resounding and was immediately deafened by the crashing of waves and the gurgling of a plant in water. Cynthian popped out of the water with a coughing fit, and all the while water drained out of her flower crown like a jug. "Aaah, what was that prank for!" Cynthian grumbled with...

"Oh?" Cynthian tilted her head and obliged by motioning closer. "What do you want to show me?" She had no idea what to expect really, but her flowers brimmed with a chocolate fragrance with her rising curiosity.

"Whoa. That does sound like an Owen thing to do. Though was he jumping off a cliff or flying off it?" Cynthian asked, mildly amused. Well, I don't know about stories that could beat that. There was that one time though," she began, glancing at the shoreline before returning a smirk at Alice...

"Here we are at the beach!" Cynthian said as she stretched her arm out. With how much she frequently treasure town's beach, the changes caused by the cataclysm didn't go unnoticed. Most of it had been restored to form, but little details like rocks on the shore being in places they weren't...

"That's the spirit!" Cynthian said, throwing a flower in the air. She stretched her arms and yawned. "I think I'll turn in over for the night now. I'm still kind of sore from taking a beating from Sword. A good night's sleep should get me back in form."

"It's not enough to just assume, you know," Cynthian said, gently kicking at the sand by her feet. She sighed. "You should talk things out with her, or fight things out." She smiled. "Something tells me she'll be fine with either."

"Is it about what happened in the guild lobby?" Cynthian asked.

"I'll be heading in with Brisa. She's the one who signed us up actually," Cynthian replied, her smile not leaving her face. "Don't worry about anything Icetales. With our powers combined, no one can stop us now!"

"Huh? Oh yeah!" Cynthian exclaimed and shook her bouquets. She recalled talking to Brisa at the park to schedule a match later in the week. That was just a few days before Brisa fought with the other gals and dealt the finishing below on Lugia. Those three actually beat Lugia! "I'm going to...

"Thanks," Cynthian replied a bit shyly, her cheeks a rosy red under the starlight as her mind struggled to process all the compliments Icetales showered her with.

"Speaking of fights, did you see me at the Colosseum today? Sword and I went up against one another, and it was crazy!" Cynthian said, doing a small dance from the rush of excitement. "I was pretty nervous about this colosseum thing after lost last time." She paused. "I still lost today though...

"Come to think of it, I also learned that my mother may not have actually passed away as I'd thought all these years." Cynthian stared at a small shell on the ground, the sound of crashing waves lulling her ears as she closed her eyes and sighed. "I wish you the best of fortune in unearthing...

"It pains me that I can't be there beside you when you must face him," Cynthian said, and then she grinned. "But hey, I'll always be ready to smack him in the face if he ever shows up through your shadows again." Cynthian stood up and took two steps towards the shore, then she turned around. "I...

"That's... cruel. How could she do such a thing to you? And for what?" Cynthian said, giving off a faintly rising peppermint aroma. And then the fragrance cut off abruptly as she took a deep breath. Cynthian gazed back at him solemnly. "Do you hate her, for what she did?"

Cynthian lowered her eyes. A calm breeze washed over them in the brief silence that followed. She placed her bouquet over his paw and made eye contact with him. "Do you want to talk about it?" Cynthian asked in a gentle voice.

Cynthian chuckled. She sat next to him and reached a vine to move a stray bundle of hair behind his ear. "I often come here to relax," Cynthian answered as she rested her head on his shoulder. "It's not the same without the sun overhead, but the stars look pretty too." Without light pollution...