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Celeste had no idea what cause-play was, and the idea of putting crystals on his eyes sounded painful, but if Cynthian said it worked, he was willing to try it. “Sure. Marketplace it is.” The two headed to the marketplace. <><><><><>

“Contact... lenses? I... That... Would that work? What is a contact lens?”

“If only I could dip my irises in blue paint...”

Ah, Diyem. It made sense that some of his teammates weren’t too happy about that revelation. Celeste himself felt th- Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. You’ll only stress yourself out. “No, in my real body, my eyes are a nice shade of blue instead.”

Celeste sighed. Though Cynthian may have been trying to be positive, it was as he feared. “Thank you? I do wish I could’ve kept my natural eye colour, though. “Should I ask what you were doing here as well? How was the bush?”

“I’m just a bit worried about something. Tendon, the other Absol we met, has intimidating bloodred eyes. I’m worried that, if Diyem made this body like the normal Absol here, then... Well... I’m worried I have frightening bloodred eyes, too! I don’t like the idea of people seeing me like that...

Ever since Celeste had seen Tendon and his strange bloodred eyes, he’d been wondering something. He’d had bigger things to worry about with Icetales, and then with Diyem, but now it seemed he had time to ask about it. Cynthian was here, why not ask him. “Hello, Cynthian. Erm, I have an odd...

“T-Thank you. I... I think I’ll stick to using this in emergencies, though... I don’t want any more accidents.” It was a little odd getting reassurance from someone half his size, but it was nice enough anyways. Either way, plenty of Vulpix never evolve at all, so that made it less weird than...

He shut his eyes tight. “Focusing. I’m focusing. Well, I’m trying to.” Eventually, the glow faded from his eyes. “I still feel kind of funny, but I suppose this is an improvement.” Celeste suddenly became very aware of how he was curled up on the floor. He had done that? He got up, still...

Celeste was shaking. “What do we do? Do you know what’s happening to me? I’m scared. This is bad. There’s something bad happening. Something’s wrong with me. I feel... all wrong.”

“Wait. No. S-Stop this. What are you doing? What did you do to me?” He curled up into a ball. He tried not to cry, for even in his uninhibited state, he did want to retain some dignity. Diyem? Help. Make her stop. Make her stop what she’s doing to me.

In some part of Celeste’s brain, Diyem’s warning meant... something. Whatever. He had more important things to worry about, In the moments before the attack, Celeste tried to move out of the way, but the light followed. He was struck, and felt frost creeping over him, making it harder to move...

As Astrid began her attack, Celeste saw a beam of light extend from her to the spot he was standing. After waiting long enough to ensure she’d fully committed to the attack, he stepped to the side. The Weather Ball flew through the space he had been standing, but missed. He grinned and winked a...

The weather ball hit Celeste. He was overwhelmed with disappointment. But... when he opened his eyes, everything looked different. It seemed like the trees had streams of light hanging from them. A few moment later, an autumn breeze dislodged them, and the leaves followed the paths marked by...

Celeste shut his eyes and focused on his horn. “Before we start... try to hit me. I want to see if my sense is back.” His horn shimmered with light for a moment, but he couldn’t see it.

Most people would’ve gone to the dojo to spar, but it was already in use, and Celeste figured fighting inside of a building seemed rather uncivilized anyways. Instead, he headed to the woodlands. He hadn’t actually checked to see if anyone had wanted to come with him, but he’d make it work...

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Celeste’s stomach gurgled. “Well, in a few more hours, we’ll either have enough fish for countless feasts... or we’ll be quite humiliatingly dead. I only hope this hunger isn’t enough to turn the former into the latter. Haha. Ha.”

“Well then...” Celeste turned to flee. He refused to fall prey to a Rattata, no matter how eerily powerful it may be. “Try to keep something between yourself and it. If we let it get line of sight, it can fire those beams.” Oh, how he wished he had a disaster sense. “Hopefully it doesn’t...

Celeste tensed up, cautious of the unknown threat. “Shh, don’t move” Rattata were usually prey animals. Their eyes were made to pick up the movements of their predators. Even if it was hostile, the Staraptor should be the most attention-grabbing sight... So long as Brisa remained calm and...