"Je suis Kalosienne," Lillie volunteered. "Je ne parlé pas Galarian."
However, once they started, their 'Galarish' sounded entirely like Alolan to her. It had been what she'd been hearing from the other species, too. "Vous ne parlez pas Alolen? What language does this sound like to you?"
"Oh, it seems I spoke too soon," Clovis said, raising his brows in surprise at the sound of the familiar words that came out of Lillie. He nodded in her direction.
"Mes excuses. Je peux te parler comme ça à la place."
Clovis perked up when he heard the girl mention something about Alola, and shot a glance at Odette. "Aren't you moving to Alola soon?" he asked her.
She nodded. "Mm, yeah," she said quietly, dragging her foot on the ground, feeling her sneakered toe rake over the grass. "
Je pensais que le galarien y était largement parlé et que la langue alolane était quelque chose de différent," she added. "What you just said sounds like Galarian to me, but I understood it, if it helps."
Kaz tilted her head. Even though she was lying down, she was at eye-level with the small human and said human was staring at her. "Was it something I said? I didn't mean to offend you, a lot of things are pretty small to me, now that I think about it." This was getting awkward, she needed a new topic. "Where'd you two come from? And what does 'Kalosian' mean?"
Odette turned back toward the thing and raised a hand. "No, no, it's alright, I just--"
"She hears about it a lot," Clovis chimed in. Odette craned her neck to look up at him, and he returned her stare with a brilliant smile. "It's almost like it's cute and others notice."
He frowned as soon as he spoke. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away, mouthing the word "Fuck" in the process.
"What?" Odette said.
"What?" he replied, turning back and flashing that same smile.
He heard voices up ahead—right! The puffy ghost had said there would be others here. He picked up the pace, tail held high. Friends! Games! This was going to be fun!
Odette didn't have time to prod him before another portal tore open, and out stepped an Espeon. She nearly jumped out of her skin, because for a second, it looked like Enora. Gods, she'd barely been gone 20 minutes and was already missing that pack of goons like crazy...
Clovis followed her gaze and inwardly gasped at the sight of the Espeon. He vaguely wondered if it'd be impolite to ask if it wanted to be pet. The Pokemon that tended to show up to these games seemed to have different, uh,
ideals than the ones in his world.
"Hi, my name is Hana," she addressed the small woman directly. "If I'm not mistaken you've spent some time in Circhester."
Odette was snapped out of her thoughts when she was approached by another woman. It made her feel slightly better to see that yet another human had shown up--did that make four now? She'd have to do another count.
She blinked a few times at the question, then shook her head. "I mean, I've certainly
been to Circhester, but it's been a while," she explained.
Looking closer at this girl, she didn't look Galarian at all. She looked more...Johtoan? Or Kantonian? Of course, people move around, that much was certain. She was about to be moving to Alola, so she had no room to scrutinize.
She cleared her throat. "Sorry, I was clearly raised in a cave," she said in low voice. "I'm Odette." She nudged Clovis, who was gazing around at the other Pokemon. "This is my escort, Clovis."
Clovis scoffed as he looked at her. "That makes me sound like a prostitute."
"Fine, my inter-dimensional chauffer," she corrected.
Clovis snickered then nodded as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a lighter; the one he'd gotten from that other silver-haired guy in the last game he played. He never got a chance to give it back before...well, yeah. He had to wonder if all those people
really died...
Nonetheless, he flicked the flame on a couple times. "That definitely sounds cooler, thank you."