Old to the Weary

This wasn't a normal vulpix...? Susano stared at the AI, perplexed. They could sense the electricity current emitting from this mechanism, see the binary code in her eyes. It was strange... Then Kyurem showed off the device for them to see, excited,

Where exactly is this place? Many questions coursed through their mind, the sense of unease running its course. They grew more intrigued by the second, absorbing everything in sight. It was an... illusion? Even they could produced a more convincing illusion back in their prime but this was a feat in it with a simple device.

Hearing Kyurem's voice, they take off the device-

[Nat wasn't sure if he could bring himself to elaborate-he knew the entirety of how that knowledge came to be. However the incident that unveiled it was...]

[It was a little known event, staying within the family that frequented the island and not being heard by anyone else. However, such knowledge could be a measure of safety for any legends. He knew Susano wasn't among the standard of Lugia by this point, the Leviathan could easily be a target.]

[He steeled himself as he recalled the rest of what he wanted to say.]

There was an incident, quite some time back. I won't get into the whole of it but I ended up being able to snoop around and found this... pedigree of some sort.

There was this document, several of them actually. Different lines of dragons traced as far back as possible-not entirely difficult because they live such long lives. Draco's father was on it, and of course she was on there too-bottom of the list, the most recent addition. Descended from a Lugia and an Yveltal, from what I gathered in a different document.

I'm honestly surprised I remembered that much, I don't remember all that happened afterwards-I just know I was caught...

[He catches himself before he explained further-he wasn't ready to explain that.]

I don't know what caused that evolution to happen-I never saw it before from her. What I thought was her only-I guess it's better to consider it a standard-was all I saw for the longest time.

Something happened in the tournament, and I don't know exactly what it was.

It was like after she evolved, there was this deeper understanding-one I thought we already had. At times I felt like I could see through her eyes, I felt like I would move like Draco would too.

The strangest of all was when she got hit with that Ice Punch-I felt a chill hit me all the same, in the same spot. I never had that happen in a battle before.

I don't even have that with Quetzal-which would make more sense since we already can share thoughts and sight.

I never claimed to know everything, but now it really feels like there's a lot for me to learn still.

First, he noticed bottles scattered about on the shore. Curious, he followed a trail, leading to a lone palm tree. Then the fish dropped helplessly from his maw as he stared. 

He certainly knew this young human girl was Mariko, sitting proper and prim beneath the tree, but he hardly recognized the clothing and ornaments she adorned now. 

She paused, placing a parchment in her lap as she looked up. “Oh, brother! You're back!” 

He coughed, shifting his form. “Ye-Yeah… I'm back.” 

There were just too many of them. How many did she collect? None were familiar to him. Distracted, he didn't notice Mariko eyeing him curiously.

She lifted her hand tentatively, brushing her fingers against the raised edges of his new mask. She giggled, “I see you took a liking to the party we went to. They're shaped like a little Litten's ears.”

“I tried to copy what I saw,” he muttered, ducking his head. “Can you explain the bottles, sister?”

“Yes!” She clasped her hands together. “I took an example from the humans and I got plenty of letters in return! You should read some of them, brother! There are so many kind ones out there. Oh, oh!” She raised a box, excitedly, “I even got a gift from the small Goomy!” 

“Goomy?” 

“Yes! And…” 

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