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Icetales beamed a grin and wagged his tails, elated and feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest. "Oh, how lovely! I shall gather some pillows from my room and bring both Petram and Ivy, then. We could arrange the move and everything else tomorrow, as now it is particularly...

“Until Sir Diyem does us part.” Icetales stayed quiet for some time. The silence of the room didn’t feel as stifling anymore. There was emptiness, yes, but not in their hearts anymore. The Ninetales pondered about something. Poor Celeste was now mostly alone in his room, and so was he...

Icetales felt as light as a feather when Celeste snuggled into his fur, his heart brimming with serenity and... happiness. Yes, he was... happy. Or perhaps even more than that? He wondered if it was normal to feel like this, especially after a tragedy, but... no. That was no time to think about...

Icetales stared at Celeste with wide eyes, stunned. Did he really do it? Was he really able to illuminate the path and instill? Could he himself hope to bring hope? “Thou truly mean it, Sir Celeste?” By the way the Absol was staring at him and talking to him, the fox knew that those words were...

Icetales hummed as he stared at Celeste, impressed by his emotional self-control. He wondered if the Absol reacted like that because he went through much worse in his original world and as such could handle those tragedies much better. He envied that fortitude. “I see.” He looked at his paws...

Icetales tilted his head and beamed a sheepish smile. “Oh, I… did not want to be heedless by just sitting in thy bed. But if thou not mind…” The Ninetales stood up and hopped gracefully on the bed, barely making it shake. He laid down and wrapped his tails around his body, then glanced at...

From inside the room, Icetales could feel the stifling emptiness and lack of vibrancy. It seemed like the cheerfulness and dutifulness radiated by their owners were gone as well, sucked away by that malevolent sphere of death. The Ninetales could still see the last traces of two ‘mons that...

Icetales sighed somberly. "I am afraid not, my good fellow. Too many thoughts rushing in my noggin and my heart is still heavy. Not even my special blend of chamomile helped soothe my spirit. Not by the amount I desired, at least." He took a peek inside the room -- how utterly heartbreaking it...

The corridors of the dorms were unnaturally quiet, a silent reminder of the absence of a quarter of the cortege. Icetales strode through the empty place, unable to sleep despite the tiredness in his muscles and mind. He couldn't help but worry about one of his dearest friends: Celeste. Poor...