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Something tickled inside Astrid’s chest, deep enough to where she couldn’t quite reach. She’d barely known Brisa like this for a day, but… she was still able to help make her feel happy. And although she didn’t entirely understand such a concept herself, maybe that on its own made her happy as...

With lips pursed into a conflicted smile, Astrid placed a paw on his shoulder. “You did good. Keep practicing that Stun Spore.” She leaned in closer towards his ear. There were no secrets to tell, of course, but maybe the gesture would make him feel better somehow. “We’re gonna need you,” she...

Astrid skid to a stop, discarding the tiny icicles built up between her teeth. He was forfeiting? She looked behind her and saw Cabot, in perfect health, and Brisa… in the sand. Ah. That was why. Still… “You sure?” Astrid said, relaxing but not turning her back. “I won’t hit you hard if you’d...

There was no time to gather herself. Pushed to the edge of her wits, she fell back on a last resort: simply taking the blow. —Umph! Rearing back her head as soon as Brisa landed on her (with the force of a Mamoswine, no less), Astrid pulled herself through the slicing pain just enough to...

She waited for any movement at all, anything that would suggest she would be met halfway, and—holy guacamole Brisa was fast! Astrid reacted off of impulse alone, just barely in time. A thud! hit the sand where she’d been (pointlessly, in hindsight) dodging back and forth like she would do...

––And on a dime, Astrid pivoted towards her ally, focusing her energy towards him. Through some ethereal force, the aura surrounding Cabot pulsed in her vision and then expanded around herself, exactly the same. A palatable numbness shot across every extremity. Instantly, her limbs felt...

Just out of the corner of her ear, she caught the end of that. Oh…? Her gaze wandered over towards Brisa. The fluff on her head shifted in the wind ever so slightly. Interesting. A curt nod. She remembered vividly. Then, she retreated five paces backwards, and five more for good measure. She...

Astrid nodded. “Yeah, that works!” …Oh, okay. … …

She fired a radiant smile at the Roselia. “Hi! Im Astrid.” She didn’t know Cynthian very well, though he certainly seemed nice. Brisa and Cabot were another story. Astrid was no stranger to fighting by Cabot’s side, and by all accounts, that would likely give her the best chance to win. They...

From there, an idea was born. Arceus, it should’ve been obvious from the start what Brisa needed. Yes, it was exactly what she needed right now! Hopefully! “What if…” Astrid jumped up suddenly. “…you and I…” Her smile held a new emotion now: excitement. “…had a friendly ol’ spar?” She...

Astrid shrugged. “There was always something going on back in my world too. Always someone who wanted to hurt people. And I think… I think it helps that all of us were dragged into this with the same lack of information as the next ‘mon. Isn’t nearly as lonely that way. Gives me time to really...

Astrid knew a hint when she saw one, and decided not to press. Instead, she pondered Brisa’s request, chuckling under her breath. “They’re a little less vivid every time. Hehe, I had one the other night where my friend finally got with this guy she’s been crushing on, which was pretty funny...

Off impulse alone, Astrid almost went for the whiskey herself. Thank goodness it was out of reach. They’d just climbed out of one pit, and she didn’t want to fall into another. “It is pretty helpful,” Astrid admitted with a wistful sigh. “I’m still not used to shelving my problems from back...

So that was why she seemed so passionate about it. It was a facet of her lifestyle from birth. Astrid couldn’t deny the strange sense of appreciation she had for Brisa and her job, nor the tiniest beat of envy that accompanied it. “Welllll,” she said, flashing a grin. “I sure wouldn’t mind...

Astrid didn’t want to admit it, but she was impressed by Brisa’s tolerance. If she’d had that much to drink, her snout would be stuck in the dunes right now. “Mmm. Well.” Her smile was back, but had it ever left? “We aren’t back home. For however long, those problems can be put on hold. They...

Oh dear. Her words were getting mixed up even further. Perhaps the alcohol was starting to really kick in? “Thank you! That’s…” Her voice lost its luster, replaced instead with discreet satisfaction. “…really sweet of you.” A compliment. An honest-to-Arceus compliment… For the first time...

It wasn’t cheek to cheek. But it was still plenty. At that, Astrid’s own smile was unleashed, unable to be held captive. “Yeah! That’s the spirit! Never forget you’ve got a ton of friends who you can count on. Cabot, Celeste, Cynthian, and so on…” She glanced away, if only briefly. “Oh, and...

“Well…” Astrid sighed. “I’m sorry. I can’t pretend to know that kind of pain… but I can still offer this. Who says Curio and that person are the same? Maybe they’re both justified in feeling hurt, maybe they’re not, but different people handle pain in different ways. I-it doesn’t mean your...

Curio—? Oh. That explained it. Astrid had figured out, as everyone else probably had, that those two had clicked pretty much off the bat. So was that why Curio looked so crestfallen at the café? And yet… it had taken almost nothing to cheer her up again. Besides alcohol, but… “Curio… I-I...

She didn’t have to think about it. “Of course it is,” she said. “Pokémon are natural battlers, and…” “…and sometimes, shit happens,” Mincinno grunted as he picked the last ice shard out of his fur. Vulpix refused to even look, but her friend still had the mind to wipe her tears with one of...