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@asksilvan

*Taffy approached Silvan with a large smile on her face, happy to see that their mood had improved.*

Taffy: Hello! It’s so good to see you again! I love your crown! And congrats on finding yourself! I made something for you…

*Taffy used her psychic powers pulled out a bracelet from her cart and bestowed it to Silvan. She gleamed proudly at her work.*

M just leaves a silce of warm blueberry pie and warm chocolate: you looked stressed hope this might calm you?

Missy: I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m not really into eating “real food”. At least not anymore. I’ve tried, but I just prefer to stick to other’s spare life force. I’m sure that you as a ghost type can understand.

Trudging your way down the left path, the end is blessedly quick to find, putting only a little strain on your injured body. When you reach the end, what you seek is easy to find, glowing like a beacon in the dim light of the cave.

There, in the centre of the room, shines the green feather of a friend long past, guaranteed to chase away any fearsome nightmares which may plague your sleep. With all you have seen, a peaceful rest is something precious and blessed. 

You take the feather gently, and return to where you entered. Now it is time to explore the right path.

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Missy’s Interlude 1

Jirachi crowed, seemingly delighted before the weight of the words finally registered in it's head.

They're delight skewed into one of bitterness, then soft sorrow. Small hands reaching up to touch their cheeks, the motion aborted halfway through for an awkward hovering.

It opened it's mouth, pausing for a second as if it struggled to actually tell anyone what happened.

The eye on it's stomach blinked, glancing away from the mew and towards the Shaymin approaching.

Jirachi turned away from the Mew, forgoing their question and focusing on the new mythical approaching.

Ashia faltered, eyes darting left to right as if suddenly realizing his trainer was gone.

The last thing they remembered was their team trying to fight a new pokemon- Jirachi, they guessed- and then...

He focused back on the pokemon- Jirachi- and stepped forward, a desperation settling in their bones. If this pokemon was able to teleport him somewhere completely random then-

Ashia felt desperate, the churning fear swirling in his chest. They had to find their trainer.

They had to.