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Icetales waved his paw and smiled. “Think nothing of it, Miss Maple,” he said, and his smile widened into a grin. Pixie dust gathered on his pelt, the tension from before evaporating like snow under the sun. “Always glad to help in any way we can.” The Ninetales glanced at Joule, finding the...

It seemed that whatever metaphysical barrier Truffle had put around his heart and mind had slowly started to dissolve. The tiny light of realization… Icetales could see that. It was so feeble, but perhaps it could glow a bit brighter with some extra reassurance. He looked at the sleeping Leg...

“That is far from the truth, good sir,” replied Icetales, calmly and gently. “Thou still hasn’t thy friends by thy side, no? Good friends that have been though thick and thin and who got thy back. That is not nothing, dost thou not agree?” His tails swayed slowly, as if a soft breeze blew...

Icetales didn’t say anything at first, his gaze going back and forth between Maple and Truffle. Then, he focused entirely on Truffle. “…Thou were craving for a death wish. Some way to… redeem thyself for failing at keeping someone protected. And as a guardian of sorts, that must have been a...

Icetales stared hard at Truffle, his expression a mix between disbelief and veiled horror. He had heard countless stories of warriors who sacrificed their lives for their beloved ones, but to fulfill to their duty until the end of something that is meant to be a pleasant low-stakes duel… that...

“Thou can be frank with us,” said Icetales, his tails swaying gently. He flashed a reassuring smile. “It’s not like some of us will even remember this conversation, and it would do thee some good to lift whatever weight thou have in thy heart.” Then, he sat down, his posture calm and dignified...

“…Hmm.” Icetales mulled over those words, his eyes narrowed in contemplation. It seemed almost as if the line between sport and serious business had been crossed at some point during the fight, or something similar. “Clouded by the will of a warrior, huh. Care to enlighten us about that?”

For some reason, that situation felt so very familiar. An individual who would go to great lengths for the sake of others, even if that meant sacrificing their health and safety… or more than that. …Oh. Right. Icetales used to be like that, no? Overworked, exhausted, who only wished to keep...

Icetales’ eyes narrowed, still serious. “Hm. I must agree with Brisa and Luz here. What thou did was far more than giving thy best, sir. While I understand putting thy entire being in the middle to protect someone — believe me, as someone who took plenty of strikes for the team, I know that...

Icetales nodded and flashed a tiny smile. “Oh, indeed. It was most exciting for sure. Golly, good sir, thy mastery over the magic arts is truly outstanding. I was… amazed.” But please, remove the “give a heart attack to folks” from thy repertory… Icetales’ face became serious. “Howbeit, while...

The minutes seemed everlasting as Icetales waited for some news alongside Brisa and Luz. Silence permeated the air and bated breaths were held in place, a big contrast with the turbulence that was plaguing everyone’s mind. And then, they were allowed in. Icetales inhaled deeply and accompanied...

‘Mons speaking a different language from humans and yet they could understand each other just fine? Hm. If Icetales had to guess, it surely was something about how their auras and hearts could connect with each other, just like those rare tales about humans he read as a pup. Anyway, it was...

Icetales stayed silent for a while, letting Koamaru explain himself and the reasoning behind his desire to meet and catch a legend. Sure, the idea of having someone control you and your powers for their selfish purposes irked the fox, but he could tell that Koamaru wasn’t that kind of person...

Icetales smiled fondly, his mind still focused on those pleasant memories. Whenever she nuzzled him and readjusted his head fur. Whenever they walked around the empire, with the inhabitants greeting their ruler with admiration and respect. Whenever she took care of him when his siblings went...

Icetales nodded, keeping his gaze on Koamaru. ‘Well, it seems that at least he has a regular family…’ ‘I do not know. I can detect some strain in his voice.’ ‘Hm?’ ‘…Better to focus on something else. I have the feeling that treading further in that topic is a bad idea.’ This surprised...

Icetales flashed a sad smile, touched by that show of defensiveness toward him. “Ah. Many comrades share thy same sentiments, and that gives some comfort to this humble heart.” He glanced away. “Alas, my siblings are in a different cosmos, so it is not possible to have them get pieces of folks’...

Icetales could tell that there was something gnawing at Koamaru’s spirit, but he couldn’t quite point out what that was. Did something happen with his Blacklight, perhaps? Something he was ashamed of? Hm… He considered pressing about that matter, but the Manectric was still recovering from the...

Icetales chuckled, finding his description in those words. “Well, do not we all? I reckon most of our comrades are motivated by that same drive. To be good so that we can do good.” He sighed and shook his entire body, before his fur settled back down and glistened like snow under the sunlight...

“Well, I mean, there is no shame in needing some help, once in a while. We are a team for a reason, so that we can support each other — physically and morally — and fight for a common cause,” pointed out Icetales, before flashing a reassuring smile. “No ‘mon is an island, and nobody can handle...

Icetales felt a slight jolt in his heart, his own smile waning somewhat. Was that self-reprimand he was detecting in those words? He leaned forward and placed a forepaw on the Manectric’s shoulder, firm but gentle. “Hey, Sir Koamaru. It is all right. Thou did what thou could with the limited...