No one took her up on her food fight idea - well, the cold dragon looking thing did smack a teacup into someone else, but that was it. A shame, but at least a whole slew of other chaos had begun to spring up in exchange.
Lillia looked on with interest as the luxray and the espeon got friendly. She thought about trying it herself, but... well, better to not invade someone's personal space unless she was dared to directly. Even she had
some boundaries.
Gabriel smiled at the Growlithe. "Hey there. What's your name?"
"Name's Lillia! What are- I mean, who are you?" She figured 'what are you?' would still probably be an acceptable question given their setting, but a name might be more polite.
And then the poke-human answered a dare (uninentionally, by the sound of him), and before her eyes, he morphed down to her height. Poor guy seemed somewhat harried by the change. Lillia didn't really blame him, but at the same time she would much rather be one or the other, not... stuck halfway in between. Maybe she could calm him down. "Very healthy looking slugma, you are! Is this your normal, uh, look?"
The Pillar shifted at once to stark white, and a rolling fog expanded from its base, rippling across the earth. In its wake, great snowdrifts blossomed up as though being pushed clean through the ground. Frost glittered on the carved stone that had been the plaza, the water spray from the fountain crystallizing. Again, the idea of winter, but lacking the physicality of it. Mist formed from breath despite the apparent temperature remaining balmy.
And just like that, the scene changed again. Lillia shivered despite the temperature not really changing. Just the
idea of snow made her grumpy. She preferred warmer environments in general, and though she could tolerate the cold due to her kinship with her fire-types, she didn't like it much.
"Ugh, who asked for this?" she said aloud. "Too bright."
