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"I'm just glad Curio showed up to help," Skara said, apparently more comfortable looking at the powder-frosted shade than directly at Cynthian. "I hope you feel better soon. And thank you," she added to Curio as the riolu turned and left. Skara waited for the two of them to disappear before...

Skara wormed out from under the bench and made it halfway to the stunned shade before remembering she wasn't holding a jar. Didn't need to make that mistake again. She fumbled the jar out of her pack and tried to scoop up the creature, glancing over her at Cynthian and Curio occasionally...

The roses were aimed right at Skara's face now, and in a panic she glanced around for anything at all she could hide behind—not much, aside from the crowds who were surely getting riled up by now. At a loss, she settled for worming backwards as quickly as possible, eyes still on Cynthian and...

Skara froze as more light began building up in Cynthian's roses. No, no, no, this wasn't working, why was it so difficult just to get him to listen for ten seconds, how did this even happen in the first place, no— "Cynthian... c'mon, Cynthian, take it easy, no one's asking you to die! Please...

Skara recoiled at the sudden motion. "Whoa, wait, don't freak out, I was just ask—" She stopped dead when the roselia (?????) snarled at her, greenish light swirling around him and mingling with the now unmistakable murky aura. "Wait, no! What are you doing? Cynthian!" No more whispering—the...

"Evolved-born?" Skara tilted her head. "Can't say I've heard of anything like that, but it does sound rough." She tried to imagine having hatched as a charjabug; whether or not people would've mocked her for it, she couldn't say, but it definitely would've been an inconvenience. (Still could be...

Skara clicked her mandibles thoughtfully. She hadn't really been thinking about trying to "look natural"—mostly just looking. It definitely made sense to keep a lower profile, though. She felt a little silly for not having considered it... but hey, no harm done as long as someone had come up...

"Right! Uh, good luck!" Skara watched the others recede into the distance, then took another long look at her surroundings. There really were a lot of people around, weren't there? There was definitely no way they'd be able to catch every single person who walked through the square, but how many...

Most of the names had gone right over Skara's head, although a few did give her pause. Three of the missing sounded vaguely familiar, as though she'd read about them somewhere, but she couldn't place the specific book. (Something told her it wasn't a history book, at least. Which meant they...

Little grub legs were not made for keeping up with the long strides of a decidueye; between that and trying to get a look at every pokémon they passed on the street, Skara frequently found herself having to ignore an interesting-looking person in favor of simply not being left behind. "Do you...