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Frontier Town The Wanderin' Zera

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Nova's white belly fur steadily appeared -- though it had a dark tan tint to it from all the previous dirt that had built up -- highlighting that, even by graydian standards, his body was weird.

"His Dragon Rages stung more." Nova clicked his tongue. "It's like... the meteor was someone tugging on your ear. The Dragon Rages were a flick to the groin."

He blinked several times. "... I think that metaphor would've landed better if you were a guy. And had ears."
 
"I think I know the analogy well enough," Mhynt said. With a final sigh, she stepped off of Nova and said, "I think that's as good as it'll get with one washing session, but maybe later we can try another go for the rest."
 
Nova rolled back over. Of course, his fur being damp meant that there was now some dirt clinging to it. But that was, at least, better than void ash. And many of the clumps came off when he shook himself out.

"Thanks," he said. "Sorry about this."
 
"It's no problem," Mhynt said. "I needed a little extra sun anyway. Every time I go into that Dungeon, I feel like I need twice as much light to make up for it..."
 
Nova leaned over so the golden tip of his crest was close enough for Mhynt to bump with her claws.

"Then let's make sure the next trip's the last one. By kicking that asshole out of Forlas."
 
Mhynt smirked, but it was soft and friendly. She bumped her claw-knuckle against Nova's beak. "To removing our shackles," she said, "one battle at a time."

Just a few days ago, the thought of going against Alexander and Owen felt like a trauma-fueled fantasy. But now... it felt possible. And for the first time in a long while, Mhynt felt hope for a day where she could walk free again.

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[Ch07] House and Home (Brisa and Gladion) New
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    • Compared to what the people who went to Whisperwind went through, Gladion figured the museum couldn't have been so bad. So why, then, was he so drained? Hmph. He took the easier route, and he still didn't have it in him to get the job done. He wasn't strong enough. But at least the others had kept Matthias busy for enough time for the other group to save Brisa. That counted for something.

    He made his way into The Wanderin' Zera. He wasn't about to turn to alcohol over his frustrations, but it'd at least let him find something else to quench his thirst, while he buried his sorrow in the crowd.

    There was a Luxio there. Brisa? He was pretty sure that was Brisa. He'd been going back and forth on whether or not to leave the cabin problem to Nova or not. Nova'd been staying there, after all. But he also didn't know that he could let Nova sort out housing on his own, given he hadn't done so at all until Sage had forced his hand. Gladion would be better at it dealing with the situation, and Nova'd just been through Whisperwind. If he wanted to do his friend a favour, this was his shot.

    He took a moment to paper over his emotions as best he could for the sake of the coming conversation, and thought of how best to frame the problem to Brisa.

    The bird said:
    "You are fluent in spin – I doubt you are even lying to me in this moment. You could be a politician, with a tongue like yours."
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    He shoved that particular recollection aside. He wasn't trying to be manipulative or anything, he just wanted to... whatever. It didn't matter. He'd have to bury this train of thought, too, for the moment. There was a problem to solve. He had to focus. He sat down by the Luxio, hoping he didn't seem creepy.

    "You're Brisa, yes? I'm Gladion, Wayfarers. I, uhh... That is your cabin on the hill at past the edge of town, right?"

    As soon as he said that, he realized how weird being that vague would sound, but he also didn't know how to bring up Sage right off the bat. Augh. He'd already stuck a foot in it. Maybe he could still unfuck the conversation before it got too awkward? He was committed to trying at this point, at least.
     
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