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Icetales grinned and his tails wagged, as his heart became a beacon of confidence. “…Of course. I do not expect any less from such a mighty defender.” He wrapped a tail around the glass with the cider and lifted it, beaming a proud smirk. “For our cortège! For Cibus! And in thy face...

Icetales nodded a few times as she explained her situation, realizing that they were basically moved by more or less the same goal — work hard so that they could live to see another (hopefully more peaceful) day. It was stressful, yes, but if there wasn’t anyone to keep everything in check…...

Icetales blinked, somewhat surprised by the reveal. He surely wouldn’t have expected Brisa to have a lone existence in her homeworld, what with her being around helping folks left and right. From what he gathered from their comrades, she was like a pillar for others to lean on and a source of...

A ranger, huh? Well, that explained her experience in combat and her sense of duty and peacekeeping, at least. Icetales had no idea how delinquents were in her world, but if they were anything like the criminals of his world, well… she surely had her paws full all the time. By then the two...

“Hmm… Something like that. I was raised among the nobility of the frigid Borealis, alongside my nine older siblings,” responded Icetales candidly. “Though, I now live by myself, as a result of a… huh, chasm, we could say. I’ve been living among goodmons and good ladies since then, and I work as...

Hm… Icetales could almost hear his stomach protesting at getting another cup of tea. By judging how many cups he consumed, he must have defoliated an entire tea tree field or so. Exaggerated approximation, yes, but he felt like it. However, there was no harm in getting some lighter berry juice...

Icetales tilted his head as he pondered about something that Brisa had just said. “The sum of our parts…” he parroted as he mulled over that sentence. Hm… that reminded him something that his dear Mother used to say. “Firmament… We’re a firmament of hope…” He closed his eyes for some time...

Icetales stared at Brisa, unblinking and conflicted. He very much doubted that a show of fancy lights would have saved them from Joule’s incoming strike. He glanced at his cup; empty. And his teapot? Empty, too. He groaned and dropped his tails to the floor, chilling the wood instantly...

Icetales chuckled humorlessly. He probably would have found amusing to hear his own encouragements shot back at him, but his mind was way too busy fending off his malicious thoughts to even register that. “Oh, indeed! Mine abilities have been truly helpful when my partner has been bombarded by...

…Should he really tell her anything, or try to deflect the question? For one thing, he wasn’t the kind of mon to pile his issues on another folk, and he knew plenty that Brisa was always there for others and piling on herself responsibilities after responsibilities. Well… in that sense, they...

Heavens! Icetales stiffened and his claws dug into the wood. They might not have interacted much in those past months, but he recognized that voice clearly. “…Greetings, Brisa,” he muttered without enthusiasm, staring ruefully at his cup. He pawed at it and tried to focus on something else...

The X-Eye Cauldron was buzzing with activity at that time of the day. Pleasant scents swirled around the place, with various regular clients chatting among themselves and enjoying some good drinks. However, there was one silver fox who was sitting by himself, downing the umpteenth cup of black...

"Okie dokie!" Petram nodded furiously and absorbed the last cookies and tea. "So, from what I've gotten from Daddy's telepathic link, there is something happening in a... desert? I think? I didn't get that last part..." He tilted his head. "Anyway! I hope you have some sunscreen ready for that...

"Ah, makes sense. It would be inconsiderate from nature to give you head-spinning moves without head-spinning protection, I bet!" remarked Petram, nodding to himself. "But yeah, I'd like to learn how to dance. It would be cool! Hey," he started wagging his tails, "maybe we could practice dancing...

"Woooh! Nice!" Petram started clapping with enthusiasm. "I dunno how you folks can just spin without getting vertigo, but that's awesome!" He grinned. "Aaand I'd show you what I can do, but I don't wanna make the entire place burst into flames, so..." And then, the tea arrived -- warm and...

“Of course! Thanks to this beauty,” Petram thumped his Ultra Stone, which made a full sound, “I can always tell where to find Daddy! And Daddy is very often around other folks!” He took other cookies into his paws, but then paused. “…I forgot to get something to drink. Oi, you!” He motioned...

“Oh, you’ll meet her again! Dontcha worry about that!” Petram beamed a reassuring smile. “This is just temporary. Consider this like some kind of… vacation. Yeah! A vacation where you have to kick Legendaries’ butts, but a vacation nonetheless.” He grabbed a cookie and ate it in a single bite...

“Thing is, where he comes from chocolate is a powerful poison, so he’s always been wary about it. Sure, his new body is more resistant to that, but some habits are tough to crack, y’see?” Petram shrugged. “But hey! That’s fine. We all have our unique tastes and preferences, no?” Petram...

"Oh, well! Mostly for quick info, y'know? With so many unique 'mons around here, I wanna make sure to know all my allies and friends," replied Petram, sitting on the seat and consulting their menu. "Hmm, what to order, what to order, what to ord-- Ah! Yes! Some chocolate cookies, yes! Daddy...

"Oh, hi Genki! I'm Petram, my Daddy's spectral son!" replied Petram with a grin, getting back to his feet and wagging his tails. "And sure, I'd love to! I wanted to snack on some whatever or something, and you enjoy stuff better in company!" The Vulpix took a quick look around and spotted a...