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"...My, of course!" Icetales smiled warmly. The stars paled when compared to his radiant grin and his bright eyes. "The entire cortege needs us, indeed. And so do the inhabitants of this brave world. We cannot leave anyone out, can we? That would be... so ungracious of us." A shooting star...

Icetales glanced at Celeste and noticed him sliding closer. Should he have wrapped some of his tails? It seemed like he was torn about something… Icetales nodded, both to agree and in understanding. Indeed. It felt somewhat good to be free from his duties and responsibilities from his own...

Icetales nodded silently, his tails waving gently with the wind. He could only imagine what excruciating pain a millennia-old mother would feel if she was deprived of her offsprings when they were still pups… Icetales smiled and nodded. “Yes, that she did. If only our circumstances had been...

“O-of course! Even if I there is no blood relationship to bond us together, her love was genuine, and so was mine.” He sighed, and his voice took a nostalgic tone. “She was… such a pure soul, with plenty of love to share to everyone. And the world felt a bit colder when she departed to the...

Icetales winced at seeing his good friend tearing up, and he felt his heart squeezing. Did he say something wrong? However, he could infer from Celeste's voice that he was letting go of past pains. When he was younger... he could only fathom what the Absol went through as a pup. In that aspect...

Feral. What a word that was. So many folks of the cortege looked at it with displeasure. Feral... something to be ashamed of, an eternal flag that made you appear like some kind of brainless savage among goodmons. And yet, said word had different connotations across multiple worlds, so Icetales...

Icetales smiled shyly and rubbed his forepaws together. "Um... I very much appreciate that commentary, Sir Celeste. However, preserving the purity of the bloodline wasn't only for the silver fur, no. It was... also for the magic we can master and channel, thou see?" He narrowed his eyes. "From...

"Subspecies..." Icetales blinked, then he chuckled softly. "Well, that is one way to refer to pedrigrees, I reckon! But allow me to illustrate how matters work in my world, at least." Icetales rubbed his muzzle with a paw, in order to fix his fur. "So, fire Ninetales exist in my world as well...

Icetales nodded in understanding. "That is good to hear. I admit I have learned how to let myself go a little more. While I am used to a strict discipline," he smiled and his tails wagged, "it is much appreciated to be able to be freed from those norms, once in a while, and to be free to have...

Icetales grinned. "Oh, thou not say! I wager that my scientist brother would have the ride of his life with one of these artifacts." He laughed. "Golly! Now I wonder how they would behave if they were to meet each other. Would they be science partners and investigate these badges to unearth...

"Ah, yes. That is something I had found most unusual, too. The entire 'deities have more mortal mindsets' part, I mean. In my world, they are... far more formal, from what I've heard." Icetales rubbed his chin with a tail. "And here, well... Just look at Pop, the Arceus of this world, who uses...

Icetales laughed with mirth. “Oh, nine ‘pix pups is nothing outlandish in my world. From what I’ve learned, that is some tradition from the olden days, when pup mortality was much higher and it was preferable to have bigger broods. Thou know, to ensure that thy bloodline survived.” He shrugged...

Icetales narrowed his eyes. “…Stressful. That is how I would define it in a single word.” After pouring some tea on his own cup, he lifted it with his leftmost tail and blew a weak gust. The tea chilled instantly and he began licking his frozen treat. “To better elaborate, my cubhood was…...

Icetales nodded, understanding his friend’s plight. “Thou and me both, Sir Celeste. Thou and me both. Alas, if what we have gone through until now is any evidence, chances are that matters shall become even more chaotic.” He rolled his eyes. “As if they were not already…” Wishing to change...

Icetales blinked, realization quickly settling in. Was it really that long? Golly, time truly flew. “That is true, indeed, my dear fellow. But clock hands never stop, and neither does business.” He chuckled softly, then rubbed his cheek with a tail. “I sure desire we had some extra time for...

A deep breath in, a deep breath out. The iodine scent and gentle waves of the sea did wonders at calming the spirits of whoever visited the beach at that time of the night. That was a nice change of pace: even if winter was his favorite season, Icetales had gotten quite tired of watching the...