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"Sure do. I'd even give ya decent odds against me in a rematch." She gave Astrid a wry smirk. "'Course, you'd better take that chance while you can. I don't plan on slacking at the trainin' grounds." Those gleaming eyes. It meant that much to Astrid, just to be told she looked strong? She...

Oh, oh good, Astrid hadn't gotten the wrong idea. If she'd– Yeah. Good. "I'm sure it's right as rain," said Brisa, getting up to walk back. The weather was still idyllic. Still time for a pleasant meal. She gave Astrid another look up and down. "Congratulations, by the way. You look... You...

"Yeah. Guess I am. But that trick of yers was astoundin'... at least while it worked! Let's call it a draw?" Brisa shook herself a little drier, and looked back for a moment to their would-be picnic spot. They still had time for food. "Ready for a bite yet?" she asked Astrid, grinning. ...ah...

Astrid, Ninetales Astrid, was… stunning. In this form she had more power, and more beauty, than Brisa could have expected. Forget the race, all she wanted to do was look at– Astrid fell in the fucking river. Awe and joy could wait. So could the fucking race. Brisa dove in at once, knowing...

Brisa was looking sidelong at Astrid, all smiles, when the light came. No. Don’t you fucking explode on me from a friendly challenge! Don’t ruin this! But it wasn’t Radiance. It was something far more marvellous. “Astrid! Look at you, you’re evolving!”

Brisa's ears pricked at the sound of something crashing in the river. She looked to her side and– Huh. Well there was a sight to see. Astrid was… Brisa didn't know if there was a word for it. She was riding one of her Radiant Icebergs, surging along faster even than Brisa's current pace...

Brisa couldn’t resist a challenge. Her fur sparked into a full electrical blaze as she pushed ahead with a Wild Charge. You want me to be faster, Astrid? How’s this! “Come on, then! Give it all you got, partner!”

“Two... Three!” Brisa paced herself, knowing that Astrid was full of surprises and that she’d be wise to save some energy. Still, her new body—her old body, or near enough—had so much of her former power that keeping pace with Astrid felt easy, effortless. And fun. Brisa put her head back and...

“Only if yer prepared to lose again,” Brisa replied, already stretching her body in preparation for a good race. She ran plenty often, but a race was something she hadn’t done in a long while… Sparks flew off her mane as she shook her head loose. “First to tap a tree trunk wins, go on the...

Brisa grinned and shoved back, tension forgotten. “What can I say? I spend half my time trainin’ and suchlike. I’ll spar with you any time you fancy, of course. It was a pleasure.” Astrid hadn’t taken offence to her… mishap, but she hadn’t exactly reciprocated either. It was so hard to know...

...huh. Astrid took that surprisingly well. Maybe… maybe she was open to– Brisa couldn’t even finish the thought. She really needed to talk to someone about this. Someone who would actually understand. Who’d get it. But she wasn’t sure she even knew anyone who could and would give her the...

"Just… That's just how– It's nothin', just a stupid finishin' move I oughtn't to be usin', I… it was the Radiance, I just got carried away–" She was such a fucking bad liar. She could feel Astrid's scepticism. Fuck. "It might also be. How some folks… court other mon. Back where I'm from."...

Brisa gingerly removed her jaws from Astrid’s throat, and felt her breath catch. “Yeah,” she said, quietly, afraid to make the situation worse. “You… you fought really well. It was a damn good fight. I’m impressed. Hope you’re, uh. Okay.” She looked away, feeling her ears burning so much that...

Astrid was going to freeze her. She’d paralysed Astrid. Everything depended on whether, when Brisa came to a stop, she was within biting distance of her friend or left open to ranged attacks. Even then, she could land a solid Thunder Cage… But she needed to make contact to be sure of a win. All...

Like hell was she gonna let Astrid set up unhindered. Brisa’s eyes caught fire with radiance as she hit Astrid with restraining bars of light, and then again as the vulpix, eyes wide, did her very best to weave out of the trap. Oh, she was good. Better than most. But Brisa wouldn’t let up until...

“I’ve been ready for years!” answered Brisa, grinning fiercely. She broke into an easy sprint, bounding forwards with her jaws sparking, ready to test Astrid’s mettle. Her brain shunted the obvious strategies down and churned through more creative ones, eager to go toe-to-toe with a decent...

Something about getting banter back from someone always made Brisa restless, and hearing it from Astrid made her fur spark off involuntarily. “You’re on,” she said, without a second’s thought. “A fight’s always better before food, anyhow.” She got to her feet and prowled to the clearing where...

“Yeah,” said Brisa, her expression conflicted. “I ain’t never been one fer fancy shindigs. This one went just fine, thanks to Starr and Luz, but the last time I was invited to a formal gatherin’ I accidentally got myself into a duel.” She grinned wistfully. “Put him in the dust in a second...

Brisa considered the question before answering. “...actually, pretty good. Can’t help feelin’ like I oughtn’t to be, considerin’ everythin’. But I really am… happy.” She stretched out, savouring the ability to really relax in the company of another person for once. She couldn’t remember very...

What better way to take a gal's mind off belligerent fellas than an evening with a friend? “Howdy, Astrid! Don’t worry about it. We don’t even keep time to the minute where I’m from,” replied Brisa, with uncharacteristic cheer. She couldn’t help it. Nothing was wrong. Astrid had come...