#rcdflier

unprompted asks || always accepting

@rcdflier​ asked: "lazuli!!! snow! there's snow in the garden!!!" this was a big thing, altomare was a city on the ocean, it never snowed here. scarlett was already zooming around the garden, trilling happily.

the  words  had  some  semblance  of  PRIDE  stirring  within  their  chest.  giratina’s  relationship  with  the  distortion  world  was  complicated  —  a  prison,  a  home,  something  in  between.  (  the  only  place  that  ever  made  SENSE.  )  they  weren’t  accustomed  to  sharing  it  with  visitors,  much  less  one  with  positive  feedback.  strange.

❝  it  wears  out  its  welcome  after  the  first  thousand  years  or  so,  i  can  assure  you.  ❞      they  quipped  dryly.  (  unable  to  hold  their  tongue.  )      ❝  you  can  only  fly  past  the  same  rocks  and  waterfalls  so  many  times  before  it  starts  to  get  a  bit  dull.  ❞      giratina  punctuated  the  thought  by  LEAPING  off  of  the  floating  platform  with  ease,  only  to  land  on  another  —  upside  down.  their  hair  and  clothes  laying  flat  as  if  they  were  standing  upright.  (  they  were.  technically.  by  the  logic  of  the  distortion  world  and  its  shifting  gravity.  )  they  turned  around  to  watch  her  —  as  if  waiting  to  see  if  the  other  dragon  would  FOLLOW.

❝  what  brings  you  here?  most  would  prefer  to  AVOID  this  place.  ❞

          "Stained?” He questions gently, turning to look at her curiously, “Do you mean with bad memories?”

@rcdflier​ asked: a town not too different from her home, one by the sea with plenty of scents to be had. scarlett had to stop herself from getting too excited, she had to think about what her brother would say. dont rush into things, use caution. so, she turned invisible to watch the town for now, eyes watching a young teen, curious what he was up to.

    it really was just a day like any other - alberto was finishing up his lifeguard shift -- it had been a boring shift, spent lounging on the chairs, watching the kids and the other teenagers play in the water. once it was time to leave, though, he hopped down into the sand, swinging his bag over his shoulder with a smile. he offered a wave to some of the kids still playing, only to let out a laugh as some of them splashed water at him in response. periwinkle scales appeared down one side of his face and along his arm, partially revealing his sea folk form. 

              The pokemon trainer paused, silently shifting as he leaned forward, his Grovyle pausing as well from where it had been enjoying a meal with its trainer, he had heard rumors of a rare pokemon coming to rest, eat and drink in this area, but he didn’t realize he’d see the creature so fast this close.