#loftymuses

The parrot was hoping to get a good night’s sleep now that he was finally with his friend and his family for the week. Judging from how he had just plopped face down on the guest bed after having a cigar on the balcony, in spite of himself, he saw he was going to be awake the whole night.

Then, from a few rooms down the hall, he heard Webby scream. He listened further for the sounds of an intruder getting theirs, but it went quiet just as suddenly. He knew the duckling was more than capable of taking care of herself and that her grandmother’s room wasn’t far away, but he decided to check in either way.

As Aether Paradise intersected the stretch of ocean that laid between the islands of Alola nearly at its center, Lusamine wasn’t unaccustomed to finding wild Pokemon resting in the outer gardens. Most often, of course, it was the seabirds-- the Wingull and Pelipper-- who stopped, seeking a brief reprieve from their flights or shelter from a storm, but more unusual species had come. She recalled once finding a Swoobat of all things, and years ago Mohn had sworn to her that he’d even seen a Latias pass through (much to her envy).

None were so strange or rare as this one, however. Though she struggled to see it clearly, its shape was startlingly large and ghostly in the night, its eyes a piercing violet.

“Oh my... Where did you come from?”

The huge seagull swooped down onto the grass next to rabbit to talk to her easier. His landing was shaky, but he didn’t fall over this time at least. He hadn’t been able to fly very well since arriving on the down, though he was making a fast recovery; to which he owed a great deal to Strawberry, who oversaw the majority of the worm-collecting and had dug him his little burrow.

“Oh you wouldnae believe it, lass!” He exclaimed, stretching out his enormous white wings for dramatic effect. 

“There’s the Big Water which is...” he paused, trying to figure out how to explain it to rabbits, whom he did not regard as very intelligent. “Like a lake, or river, only it goes on and on and never stops. Ye could fly for a whole year and not reach the other side!”

{♚}—; The Sorceress slammed the end of her staff into the ground in frustration, she thought that she nearly had that infernal dragon right where she wanted him and assumed she’d be able to destroy him herself.

But he’d proved himself far more powerful that she wanted to believe that their fight lasted longer than she’d anticipated, but right when she was about to strike a powerful spell onto him she felt herself being dragged through a portal and taken away from the arena. Now she was on an isolated flouting island with smaller others she could see in the distance, it was clearly not the Forgotten Realms any longer. 

Perhaps this could work to her advantage, she now had more time to plan for that dragon since he never got the egg powering her staff back so he’d no doubt be coming for it. Zaria looked at the egg, currently purple in color and pulsating as the magic from the unhatched baby dragon inside powered the item. 

Though for now she needed to collect her bearings and find a place to go to await Spyro returning no doubt for that egg she still had, she would attempt to take it’s wings now and try to use it to strengthen her and give her more time but she thought it was more beneficial to keep using the egg for her staff for now as a power boost. 

Although as she pondered, the Sorceress saw something flying around in the air. It was purple and fast, it appeared to be a dragon. It couldn’t be Spyro yet could it? Unless he followed her, but even if it wasn’t him it was obviously a dragon nevertheless and she could feel her rage bubbling up as her grip on her staff tightened.

That infernal dragon had caused her so much damage for a lifetime and his foiling of her plans had caused her hatred for dragons to increase. Since there was one here she’d like nothing more than to knock it out of the sky and perhaps collect those delectable wings for her spell and get a head start on it. Without even thinking she held the staff aiming it at the unsuspecting dragon and fired a blast of powerful dark energy at him.

I did not like that episode at all, but the least they could’ve done was give it a different name. Some cartoons will do certain holidays but rename them to fit their ‘canon’ more and I’m a little sad they didn’t do that tbh

Alright, so she had her target in sight. This could either become a surprise 'attack', or she just could casually walk up to him... which one would be more amusing?  Wait, no, she already is being a bit careless, they might mistake the surprise attack with an actual attack.

4 Fluffy Headcanons

José tries not to sneak up on Webby much of the time, but sometimes he still does like to surprise her if he knows she’s in the mood to play.

They tell each other jokes in José’s target languages (mainly Latin).

AT LEAST ONCE WHEN HE’S THERE THEY HAVE TO DANCE WITH EACH OTHER IT’S THE LAW (it’s also the law for him to scoop her up as they’re dancing bc it makes her giggle)

He stirred awake upon hearing--and feeling--a bit of tapping against his beak. He despised mornings sometimes, especially after a particularly loud night such as last night. However, any woes of the morning José would feel would fade away when he saw someone he loved by his side. That someone, today, just happened to be Webbigail.