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“It was screwing with everyone, but only a few of us let it win... it’s... there’s nothing to say. Maybe we should just get going...”

There was such an easy out but... Cuicatl still needed to admit something. Needed to get Starr to stop being so nice to her. “I don’t remember a lot of the fight. I blacked out halfway through. Started attacking people. Don’t even know who gave me this,” she said, gesturing with her head to the...

Damn it. Why’d she have to care? She wasn’t supposed to do that. Not now. “I... I thought being a dragon would solve more than it did.” Two wingull squabble in the distance, fighting over a shiny piece of detritus. The waves crash below. Cuicatl was fine. She. Was. Fine. “But I’m doing okay. I...

“I... I really like being a deino. But I’m raising a tyrunt who just hatched and imprinted on me. I think I should go back. It’s the right thing to do. Even if I wished I didn’t have to.”

Starr clearly didn't want to talk about her past. Which mostly just made Cuicatl more curious. If she knew much more than Cuicatl, surely Starr could help them figure out exactly what they were fighting? But she didn't want to. It wasn't enough to automatically flag her as a traitor, but Cuicatl...

Starr sharply inhaled, her heartbeat quickened, and even the temperature around the two shifted. She’d hit a nerve with the legends. From their past conversations it really didn’t seem like she was a priestess, or even particularly devout. That irreverence and the mix of nonchalance and panic to...

Oh. So she isn't really... interested in that. Of course. Of course the one thing she had to contribute didn't matter. "I guess they got a few gods. Lugia for sure. Maybe her three daughters. Or Ho-oh's sons. That's all rumor, though." "'m fine. Really. What's a hydreigon without scars?"

Cuicatl stretched as she woke up. Her side still hurt, but less intensely than last night. Stupid, awesome dragon healing. “Hi, Starr.” She wasn’t quite sure what to say. She’d heard that Starr had returned, heard some strange rumors about where she’d been. But then she’d never followed up on...

Cuicatl wasn't entirely sure how she got here. One moment she was lying down in the field, weighed down by physical and emotional wounds. Then she was here. No one had healed her side. Maybe someone offered but she declined. That sounded plausible. Or maybe no one even bothered to do anything...

“Thank you.” It was a lovely idea. But it still couldn’t absolve her. And if it could, she wouldn’t deserve it. Cuicatl walked away to brood alone.

Cuicatl didn’t feel like spilling her entire life story to a near-stranger. So the real answer, that her mom had died and her dad changed for the worse because of it, would remain unspoken for now. “Probably not. She’s a tyrunt, he’s a human: she gives better than she gets.” “Sorry for putting...

Right. Family. “I’m raising a tyrunt hatchling. She’s...” Not quite a daughter. Not quite a sister. Partner? That feels a little dismissive. “She sees me as her mother. I’d feel bad leaving her alone. Sure, she has a dad, but he’s kicked her and I’m not sure if he’d do worse when I’m gone.”...

“Oh, absolutely! I’m a lot stronger now and have fewer things to worry about. Sure, the world’s ending and that sucks, but so was mine. And I can actually make a difference here!” She paused and lowered her head as she mulled whether to even say the logical conclusion. Maybe she was already...

“Sort of. My mom was one of the few outsiders in the town, and the people never really forgave me for that. Then some property of mine got stolen and I had to go get it back.” All of that was true, more or less.

Cuicatl decided to ignore her thoughts on the gods for now. She didn’t want a rebate of the debacle with Starr, however much the latter insisted it hadn’t been Cuicatl’s fault. She pushed down the thoughts about Starr, lost but not confirmed dead in a very literal example of Schrödinger’s Cat...

“Confusing. A little lonely, since I didn’t know anyone there when I arrived.” Not that she had been on good terms with anyone at home when she left. “What was your home like? You may have told me, but it’s been a while. A lot’s happened in the meantime.”

So it was nighttime. The cooler temperature hinted at it, but it was possible that there was just a cold front and cloud cover. “Starlight never did anything for me, but I do like the sound of the waves.” She settled down on her stomach and stretched out. “Never heard them growing up, but I...

Cuicatl walked up to the bluff. It had been a chaotic few days, and she needed somewhere quiet with a nice breeze and the sound of waves to take a nap. But the sound of a heartbeat and the smell of fur alerted her that someone else was already there. Fine. She could socialize. “I think...

"Oh. Well, if you gave it to me... Wait, psyche? Shapes it? How? That could, um, be a problem. My psyche is... I think I should be doing now." Cuicatl had a sinking feeling that this could go very, very badly. As she waddled ran off Cuicatl tried to message Astrid. If her psyche affected her...

Cuicatl started. Oh. Had Necrozma been able to read her thoughts, too? Could all dragons with psychic powers do that? Or did telepathy (or dark-types) work differently here? Maybe she was just being obvious to read. Anyway, smart phone! Accessible smart phone! And... now she doesn’t know what...