Search results

"Oh, yeah! I'm fine with whatever, really!" Petram bolted toward Soul, before rubbing his cheek against one of her forelegs. His tails sparked with some spectral flames, which made him slightly warmer. "C'mon! There is so much we can do, and we don't need to fly for that, either!"

“That’s right! What kinda friends we would be to leave you behind, huh? Horrible friends, I’m telling you!” exclaimed Petram, planting his tails firmly on the floor. “I know I’d feel bad having fun without you, Soul. And I bet it’s the same for Ivy here.” He beamed a bright grin of shadows...

Petram crossed his forepaws, looking pensively at Soul. "But having fun in two isn't as much fun as having fun in three. If you can't escape gravity," he sat down on the floor, looking determined, "then I will not escape gravity, either. We can have some fun close to the floor, too!" He glanced...

“I think this is because you’re thinking too hard about trying to do that, Soul,” said Petram, before pointing at the clouds. “Do you think that clouds think they can fall down? No. They simply float.” Then, he closed his eyes and began rubbing his forehead, a relaxed expression on his face...

“…Did that really work?” whispered Petram to himself, before blinking and standing to his hind paws. “I mean! Yay! You did it, Ivy!” He clapped his forepaws and grinned happily. It was nice to see Ivy so happy about something. “Now we can both be pilots! Isn’t that the coolest things ever?” He...

Petram blinked. “Float like me? Oh, but that’s easy!” He puffed his chest with confidence. “The only thing you need to do it’s to forget about such simple natural concepts, like gravity. Pretend that it doesn’t exist, and,” he did a somersault, ending up hovering at a few centimeters from the...

Petram tilted his head, looking unconvinced. “Huuuh… I admit I don’t know much about Roselia and their evolutions, so I don’t know if they have some split ghostly version or something.” He paused for a while as Soul spoke, before nodding. “Yeah, maybe it would be better if we carried you. I...

“Rose… ghost?” parroted Petram, staring hard at Ivy. He scratched his head with a forepaw, both intrigued and puzzled by that strange event. “But… are you a rosy ghost or a ghostly rose?” Then, he glanced at Soul. “Chip? Why?” His gaze returned to Ivy, before looking again at Soul in alarm...

Petram yapped with enthusiasm, before placing the stone between his ears and into the tuft of his head. “Okay~!” Paddle, paddle, paddle. How lovely it felt to swim without care. Which was weird, though: why did he feel his brain wishing to both hiss at the water and whistle merrily? Hm. A side...

After a few seconds of being underwater, hugging the stone where Ivy had just hidden, he quickly emerged and took a breath that he didn’t need. “Air!” He blinked the water out of his eyes and held the stone high into his paws. For a moment, he could hear a strange sound in his mind… But that...

Petram gasped. “Ah! Ivy!” “You don’t need to tell me twice!” Without thinking for a half second longer, Petram jumped off of the cliff. As he felt the wind whizzing into his spectral ears, his entire body was cloaked in a veil of flames, making him look like a meteorite. Paws outstretched...

“Did she fly? Huh? Did she fly?” asked Petram aloud, running toward the cliff. He peered downward, trying to spot the Roselia shade, and began yelling. “Ivyyyyy! Yoooooh! Are you flyyyyying yet?!”

Petram tilted his head, puzzled by those words. Wasn’t evolution supposed to be a sign that someone was grown-up? That they wouldn’t be dismissed too easily just because they were pups. Small. Without thinking, Petram looked at his paws. Small. Then his body. Small. Then his tails. Small...

Petram beamed and hopped on his spot. “Well! Accidents happen! But hey, aren’t you happy about accidentally evolving?” But then, his tails wagged a bit slower, with a pensive expression appearing on his muzzle. “I wonder if I’ll evolve someday, too…” “Hm…” Petram tilted his head and glanced...

“Nah, it can’t be. Soul is a Vulpix, like me,” pointed out Petram. “And everyone knows that the only way for a Vulpix to not be a Vulpix anymore would be by evolving into a—” The mental gears clicked at last. “Wait…” He gasped. “Wait! Soul, you evolved?!” Then, he began squealing aloud. “Oh my...

A bright sun. A cloudless sky. A box of cupcakes with the glaze melting on his paws. Yes, that was definitely the best day for a cupcake picnic. Oh, and for a flying lesson, apparently. “I wonder why Ivy invited me here…” mused Petram as he recalled Ivy’s message, before licking some of the...