#dragonsought

HASSEL ROLLED A NAT 20 HE WILL SAVE US!

His bravery is to be commended as the move hits the monster not only directly, but straight into one of its maws! It lets out an angry roar, but is pushed back a bit.

Thanks to this moment of distraction, some souls were able to cross to the other side safely! There is the sound of a voice that only Hassel can hear as these spirits ascend:

"Thank you for looking after Rika."

There was a lot of chaos here. So many colours and shapes, like paint splattered haphazardly over a canvas by an angsting artist. But perhaps that was the point. Something was bothering the one who dreamed all this -- scenes brought to vague paintings from the heart of a tortured artist.

And mostly family related.

Seeing this, she asserted her power, her blessing from Cresselia to divert this dream elsewhere for a moment. Now, she was not as strong in dream walking as her cousins given that blessing, but she knew enough to make small changes.

From distressing familial images, to something more wholesome, happy....less distressing, at least. A man with his daughters, his joys.

It was a wood carving project. Celeste had always been very shaky when it came to handling the equipment to create such a piece, but even that wasn't enough to stop the possibility of accidentally cutting herself.

The instant that she saw the cut had drawn blood, Celeste had frozen in fear. All she could think of was the amount of her own blood and her friends covering her. She was lucky to see that Hassel had rushed her to have it washed quickly; considering Celeste didn't even grunt in pain.

Celeste quietly sat as the bandaid was applied to her wound. Her body was still shaking from seeing her own blood; and having it taken care of swiftly thankfully calmed her down a bit.

Poppy had entered the League HQ, intending to go meet with one of the Elite Four who she was sure would be there so early -- seems as if the bad habit of oveworking themselves had passed on to the next generation. She was expecting to see Grusha in there, probably grumbling about being awake and having to put in effort, but froze at who she saw in there instead.

Poppy turned around, took a second, and then whirled back to look again as the man had his back turned to her. But, it was such a familiar back.

"Ha......"

She's sitting in the sand, it's late, and her Trapinch won't come back into his ball. Colds already set in and she's too worried to go get a coat and leave him alone, so she's sat there shivering.

"Goggles- Come on dude, we gotta go to bed, please?" She sighs, and reaches out to try and pull the creature from his sand burrow, only to get bit again and immediately retract her hand. "OW!! You're gonna get Hypothermia if you're out here too long, come on!!"

“Moms was even more like aqua blue-green then mine is though- I mean its KIND of there? But like- Ugh hang on, you know Champion Wallace from Hoenn? He’s my cousin, I found out recently- Moms hair was the same shade as his.”