#horizonboundtrainer

“You may be cute, but if you continue to loiter in my living room I'll start charging rent.”

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With how long she'd been stuck in Hell, Serrat couldn't really remember the last time she's felt the warmth of the sun on her hide. Certainly long enough for it to become a foreign sensation to her, though still a comfortable one. Comfortable enough that she rouses, slow and content, until she registers the scent of clean air and plantlife instead of fire and brimstone and death and despair.

The dragon climbs to her feet with a start, head swinging around so that she can take in her surroundings. Trauma and experience have her immediately suspicious that this is some kind of trick, but even as she stands there and braces herself for an attack from her blind side, nothing comes. There's just the wind rustling the grass around her legs, whispering through the trees. She allows herself to relax. Slowly, hesitantly. There's no signs of immediate danger from what she can tell, though she can sense plenty of smaller living things hidden among the underbrush. She'll hunt later - the distant sound of running water has her realizing just how parched she is. Serrat quickly finds the source - a bubbling stream - and doesn't hesitate to quench her thirst. She drinks deep and greedily; she can't remember the last time she's had any water that wasn't tainted by Hell, so to taste that fresh cleanliness on her tongue again is bliss.

"i'm WORKING on it!"

"OW! OW!"

"It's, uh, nice to see you again too!"

Diantha is...Glad to be out of Kalos, at least, even if it is for a role. She's Meant to be on set back in Lavaridge, but she has, once again, made a run for it. She thinks the director's a stuck up piece of shit intent on selling his idea of local history, and she's decided she wants no part of it from this point onwards.

Which leads her to aimlessly wander the town itself, still in full historical costume and makeup, and simply observe the people milling by. Tourists, mostly.

Until she realises that Amé isn't in her immediate vicinity anymore- and is instead doing her damned best to loom over a rather tired looking young woman Diantha is about eighty percent sure she's seen before, and snarling quietly.

"Amé. Stop that- I'm sorry. She's just a little unsettled from being in a new place. Have I seen your face before? In the news, perhaps?"