Some far-off instinct called to Astrid as she made her first jump, reminding her of her birthplace. Of climbing across frozen rocks to survive, or do what young little Vulpix like her did. How far she’d come since then.
Her Expedition Society skills would be much better here. For years, she’d had a mountain range in her backyard. But this was not quite the same. Not for her lanky body or her nine flowing tails, which, at first, seemed to have a penchant for catching on anything they could every time she leapt. A few jumps in, Astrid stopped briefly to tuck them into one another, as she’d done a few times in the past for similar inconvenient situations. Then she looked up, and—
Brisa was still making steady progress, now several jumps ahead. As she jumped again, Astrid flinched at the sheer distance she was willing to attempt, briefly drawing in a breath to call her name. But Brisa never faltered. She only glided like a bird from branch to branch, like she wasn’t even touching them.
Wow…
Feeling overwhelmingly inspired, Astrid extended a paw, shut her eyes, and clenched.
Strength flowed through her body. Her tails suddenly weren’t so cumbersome after all, and the lingering ache in her chest? Gone, for now.
At once, Astrid abandoned her branch for the next. And the next. Energy flowed through her as she tailed her friend, gaining on her here and there and ultimately catching up at the end. She’d pushed herself hard to do it. Really hard.
"Hey. Astrid. Let's come back up here after th'fight, see what it looks like in real sunlight, huh? Would ya like that?"
“Yeah! Yeah, I would love that. Maaaybe this could be like, our ‘spot!’” Astrid took in the horizon once more. “Not that it’s bad right now, either. I guess, in a weird sort of way, this view we’re looking at is unique. We’ll never see
anything exactly like this again. Even if it’s not how we’d like things to look, it’s still…”
Astrid’s voice had fallen to a whisper, then trailed off. She frowned, appearing unsure how to finish, and shifted tentatively towards her friend. Her expression had hardened, save only for her eyes.
“Hey, um. Brisa? Can… I confess something to you?”