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“Perfect. Thank you for showing me this, by the way. I owe you one.”

Celeste blinked a few times. “Huh. This feels... surprisingly normal. Like they’re not even there. I expected them to at least tickle a little... Well, they did feel a little funny when you put them in, but not now.” He perked up and smiled. “How do they look?”

“Yes, please. I don’t think I can get them in myself.”

“Dress up? Why would I want to- Oh, that’s what cause-play is, isn’t it.” After coming out of the shop, Celeste now owned a pair of contact lenses. There was just one thing... “How do I wear these?”

After arriving from the woodlands, Celeste looked up and down the marketplace stalls. He whispered to Cynthian. “Which of these do you think sells cause-play things?”

Celeste felt like he should still be mad. Really, he should still be mad... It’s hard to be mad at the person carrying your sorry ass back home for you, though. Especially when he seemed genuinely remorseful about it. He hadn’t even been mad at Celeste for trying to sell him out to Maple. “It’s...

Celeste lay were he had collapsed on the ground. “Wait... Someone... Don’t just leave me here...”

Celeste ran up to Zane and prepared to call up a Wish. Diyem, if this also doesn’t work, I’m going to hurl myself off the bluff to go beat the snot out of you in-person. He whispered a short prayer, and Zane’s wounds began to glow. They would begin heal, soon enough. It wouldn’t be a full...

“Oh. Hi.” Well. this was awkward. “We were saving our idiot teammate from the consequences of his actions.” In theory, he shouldn’t be throwing his teammate underhoove. In practice, he didn’t care.

Before entering the area, Celeste made sure to get one last quip off to Diyem. If this goes wrong, I blame you for taking away my disaster sense. It’s exactly what I need right now. He’d thought this was a case of petty theft, not... whatever was going on now. Some fire spirit was trying to...

Celeste’s stomach rumbled. “Truffle, that Decidueye, said that we’re being accommodated in the dojo, correct? I hope accommodations includes food, because I’m quite hungry. Anyone want to come with me?”

“It depends. If I’m about to trip and fall into some soft grass, no, not getting warned for that. If I’m going to trip and fall into a pit of spikes, or the burrow of a very hungry feral Heracross, yes, I’d get warned for that. Even just falling into a cold river could activate it, the pain...

“Oh, I see,” he said, cringing internally upon realizing his poor word choice. “It seems I knew less than I though I did about how humans worked. I won’t jump to such conclusions again.” “Well, sort of. I don’t see what’s about to happen. I get a chilling feeling in my horn, so I know...

Celeste nodded. “Yes. We’re all supposed to have it, I have no idea how Diyem managed to remove it. My horn is supposed to alert me when I’m about to get hurt, unless I change something about what I’m planning to do. “It made me feel safe... and I’m still adjusting to not having it. You were a...

Celeste stopped to think for a moment, but he didn’t have enough information to make a guess. “Sounds like a mystery for another day. For now, let’s just relax until the stars come out.” He hummed to himself for a moment before continuing. “I think I’m getting better at relaxing without a...

Celeste hopped up onto the bench. He extended a forepaw for Cuicatl to cling to, hauling her up onto the bench. “So, what did I miss? You two make any new friends while I was away? We had that Litten come to join us as I left. Starr, her name was. How did she turn out?”

Having departed from the bluff, Celeste... wandered. He didn’t really know where he was going, but he started retracing his steps back towards the beach. On his way, he stumbled across the odd Vulpix, Astrid, sitting on a bench, and the human dragon, Cuicatl... headbutting it? “Having some...