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Bahamut was still having trouble learning how to walk after a lifetime of floating everywhere. His steps lacked a solid rhythm to them. "Yes, I could tell. This one was positively burning you up inside." He kept a straight face despite the pun. <><><>

“If we were fighting, I’d call her something not suitable for your innocent charmander ear frills.” Bahamut sighed. “We should go, too, little one. Tell the others that we don’t have to hide Diyem’s truth anymore.”

“... everything. Yeah, sure. I bet the team will get a kick out of this.” He paused. “Actually, you should tell Dave about Arceus saying not to harm us. He would LOVE that.”

"Is it that obvious?" Bahamut was at least able to nudge his bag open to get out a berry. He wasn't completely ignorant of such matters. He had watched the people around him eat on numerous occasions. Bahamut gobbled the berry up. His mouth got very wet and berry juice and slobber dribbled on...

One blink. Then another. He looked down at his paws. His paws. Big. Yellow-orange. With black spokes protruding from them. "I—" The stone beside him rocked back and forth. It hopped up a few times, thumping against the ground. Bahamut looked at it. Why did he feel like there was laughter...

Bahamut stared into the mirror. “Why do I look like a metallic pyroar? What sort of devilish witchcraft is this?!” His words came out as an enraged roar, dousing Owen in spittle.

He finally found his voice. “Mirror. Get me a mirror.”

Something was indeed very off. Bahamut felt heavy in a way he had never experienced. He tried to stand up, but it suddenly registered that he had four legs. Bahamut stumbled and fell on his side. It was then that he saw one of his prismatic arms protruded from his back. His metal, yellow-orange...

Bahamut lay still. His core was dimmed. His arms were bolted tightly against his core, which was venting thick, black smoke in some sort of distorted mirror for the heat the mysterious stone was giving off.

Bahamut wasn't generally one for screaming, but this sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. The stone had pressed itself firmly in the center of his core and an audible sizzle rose up, like a freshly-cracked egg dropped onto a skillet. Though rigid, Bahamut tried to grab the stone...

"I have this bag." Bahamut lifted up the sad, sorry excuse for a satchel. It was covered in off-colored patches and looked as if it had been trampled on. "As I don't really have much of a solid body, I hang it from one of my chest spikes. Why, is that a problem? Is this stone actually some sort...

"... fascinating." Oh, if Bahamut could just hear Maple tell that to Dave. His head would probably explode. It would at least be good for some amusement. "Anyway, about this stone." He levitated up his useless lump. "It's been... acting strangely? I'm not sure how to phrase it... but it feels...

"Well now... I wasn't expecting the little one to be joining us." Bahamut sighed and shook his head. "I was going to ask you a question about the weird stones we've all been carrying around, but it seems that there are other matters at hand." He crossed his upper wings. "Let us cut to the...

As it happened, Bahamut was first to reach the bluff. He lay down on his side, waiting for Maple to show up.

Bahamut chuckled again. "And did you ever stop to think about why something like that happened?" Blue, purple, and green bubbled around his eyes. "Well, perhaps I'll give you the day to dwell on it. Have fun, little one." Without sitting upright, Bahamut rose into the air and flew off.

“I still do not like it. Nature should give way to intelligent life, not some creator.” Bahamut sighed. “But it’s ultimately useless drawing out this discussion. We will go our separate ways and forget all of it when things are said and done. “I can only hope your world does not turn into one...

"As I said, I do not like the concept of physical gods. Tangible creatures that can shape reality to their whim." His head tendrils frazzled. Red and orange tinted Bahamut's normally-gold glow. "It's far too much power to place in the hands of individuals. They have minds. Thoughts. Beliefs...

"I'm not worried. Whatever happens happens. Such is the will of causality." Bahamut rolled onto his back and crossed one leg over the other. "I am not comfortable in a world where the whims of nature are beholden to individual people and not the cosmos. I will listen to the stars as best I...

"What has been given can just as easily be taken," Bahamut replied. "I will continue to do as the stars instruct me. Which may not be much, but I am fine with 'not much.' Things like food and shelter mean much more to you all than they do to me."

He was still lying on his side. "Well, this a matter of utmost importance to the people of this world. But for me, it is utterly inconsequential. After all, I'll lose all memories of what happens here when I return home." Bahamut tapped his beak. "For some, the prospect would encourage them to...