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“Wouldn’t the molten stuff be cold when Maple got it?” Cuicatl asked, suddenly unsure if she was right. Icetails was way more in his element here than her.

Thinking about the prey... as an unrepentant omnivore before, Cuicatl supposed she should have cared more about that. But she didn’t. It was part of nature. She was part of nature. It wasn’t wrong and there was nothing to feel guilty about. She didn’t voice this. “I’ve been... okay. Mostly...

Cuicatl sat back down. Drinking could wait. She probably couldn’t even do very much in her new body. The gods saw fit that she couldn’t before. Half a glass in and her... and he would start to chide her to slow down. Maybe she didn’t want to drink, after all. “How have things been for you? I...

“Strong and spicy... hmm. It fits.” Cuicatl stretched out and rose up, unsure what to do with her plate. “You seem busy, Icetails. Would you prefer it if I went to the bar now, or do you want some company?”

Cuicatl stepped forward and began messily devoting the fish on her plate like only a blind dragon could. It was good. Certainly not her best cooking, but still good.

“Alright. Just tell me when it’s cooked enough.” She could probably smell it, but still. Cuicatl inhaled and focused. There was a well of power deep inside of her. The oldest of energies. The Gift of the Starchild. The birthright of the dragons. Releasing it was akin to singing, but with badass...

Cuicatl froze up when asked what she should eat. Damn it, that hadn’t been a problem here. People just told her what lunch was and she ate it. “I’ll take whatever Celeste does. And cook it with dragon fire.” Because she wasn’t going to just have dragon fire available and not cook with it.

“Hmm. I should probably eat first. I’m not very big anymore. Don’t know what I can tolerate on an empty stomach.” Cuicatl did not have to share that she had never been very big.

Cuicatl paused. Meat sounded lovely but she smelled something else. Something she hadn’t been able to get in Alola due to stupid American laws. “Yes! I would love some meat. And, um, you have a bar, right?”

Cuicatl walked into the street, stunned by the smells hitting her sensitive dragon nose. She didn't actually know any of the people here, save Icetails, who was probably busy. She still walked up to him anyway. "Hey... a bit late to offer, but I can cook and clean if you want help now or at the...

“Oh. Yeah... same, I think. Wish I could, but I have a daughter I need to care for in my own world.”

"So... you're from a world like this one? Where humans turn into pokemon? Or is... was your father able to switch between the two? And I really like being a pokemon. It's great. Much better than being human."

"I'm... better than usual." She wasn't sure if that was actually true or not. "And a few people have told me that this isn't much like home. It does feel more like something built by humans than pokemon... wait, are there humans in your world?"

Brisa... right, one of Starr's friends. Oh no. What had she heard about Cuicatl? Still, she could use the company. And eventually she'd need someone to help walk her back to her bed. "Sure. How are you this evening?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes. I am. I'm Cuicatl. Sorry, but I don't recognize your voice yet."

Cuicatl got out of the dorms for a walk in the evening air. Bahamut was sad. Even if she deserved it, she wasn't sure that she wanted to end up like that, hung up on a mistake from a thousand years ago. But it was still too soon. Just a few months away from her mistake. He wouldn't have...