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"Might've made me take it more seriously." Just relax then. Enjoy what you can. Okay. She could maybe do that. "Want to race back to shore? Loser buys desert for the winner."

That kind of put things into perspective. If he could get through it okay, then maybe she could. Just this once. Wouldn't do to make it a running habit. "Oh. So all this advice has been from personal experience?"

"Memories back?" Cuicatl asked. "So you've lost them before?"

“I’d like to think so. I was practically raised by one…” She trailed off. It was rude only talking about herself and doing it kept her mind on her problems. “You were a Pokémon before, then. What world? One like mine or one more like this, without humans?”

“After all I’ve been through here, maybe I’m not. At home…” she sighed. He had a point, whether he’d intended to make it or not. “I guess I could become mentally stronger in time.”

“Some are.” She thought of her mother. Starr. All the other former humans on her team. “But I’m not. Physically or mentally.”

“But you’ll grow up someday,” Cuicatl reassured him. “I’ll still be… human. Weak in more ways than one.”

“It isn’t something humans can do. We need Pokémon for that.” Or planes, but she didn’t want to try and explain those to a charizard. “Come on, let’s get going” With the wind surrounding her, Cuicatl could almost feel at peace. Yet the sensation still tugged at something deep inside - that this...

“I guess we could go flying,” Cuicatl said. “If you still can, what with not being a flying type?”

"Hmm." Yeah, that made sense. Never mind that it still felt a bit too close to death for her. "Want to do something together, then? Have any ideas?"

"Powerful might be a stretch. Languages don't bother me and I can pick up some stray thoughts. But I am a lot stronger than the average human." Cuicatl thought about arguing that nihilism was actually a pretty good response to the imminent loss of memory, but held her tongue. "What would you do...

"Never thought I'd go to the moon, much less see it," Cuicatl said. "Even if I had to fight there. And the storm..." {Lines of stone rocket up from the ground as you weave around them, draco meteor forming in your maw. Coco's biggest weakness is being grounded and reliant on bites and head...

"But you're still a fire-type, then?" And Cuicatl did know how awesome being a dragon was. Felt much better than being a tiny, fat human. Shame that was going to be taken away soon enough.

Cuicatl's eyes snapped open as something emerged from the water. She saw the wave (and that was still weird) and flew up to avoid it (also weird). She was prepared to at least give a stern talking-to to whoever disturbed her, but her muscles practically relaxed themselves when she saw Owen. Odd...

The end was fast approaching. For her time in this world, at least. It hadn't always been the easiest. The physical and mental scars from her battle with Coco were still fresh. {You never saw me as your daughter, did you? Just another pet or toy. And you could have been, if you'd bothered...

“Oh. That sucks.” If the voice was a dragon... A problem for later. Much later. “Sorry.” She turned back to Astrid. “Sure! Well, you can explore and I’ll keep you company. It all looks the same to me.”

Cuicatl flinched back from the cold. Right. She was a dragon now. That came with three weaknesses: 1) Cute Stuff 2) Cold Stuff 3) Dragons. Of course, she had also also weak to dragons before. Most things are. “The technical name is Alolan vulpix. But Alola doesn’t exist here, so ice fox it is.”

“She’s an ice fox. We live in a very hot part of the world, so cold cuddles are nice.”

“Very sure of herself. She thinks, no knows, she‘s queen and likes to scream incessantly whenever something upsets her. Isn’t that strong, though. She often picks fights, loses badly, and then demands cuddles from me to make up for it. It sounds mean to say that, but she’s a child and I think...

Cuicatl moved closer to Astrid. The vulpix was the entire reason she’d come to the beach, after all. She slowly lowered herself beside her and felt the sand on her belly. “I never talked much about myself, did I? I was a...” Trainer isn’t the best word here. “Den mother. I took care of orphaned...