[The world can act however it pleases, but Emmeryn knows Ventus was here—and she spends enough time searching before they depart to Eterna that it almost embarrasses her. Their losses always affect her, she carries so much love for them all, but this...hurts. Tending to Duma looking for his lost playmate last month distracted her from that hurt, too, similar and strange, only at the edge of familiar. Now...
She wonders what happened to Chrom and Lissa, after—If they are safe now.
Duma might just have a sense of this, because while all the rest of her team eagerly returns to their Pokéballs when they arrive to the city in the morning, Duma stands firm at his trainer's feet, even though all two hundred and fifty goddamn pounds of him cannot stop shaking like a leaf. Sometimes the ground immediately under him rumbles a little while they wander the city streets.]
Darling, are you certain that...? [But she doesn't even get to finish before Duma squawks indignantly, right before proceeding to hide his face against Emmeryn's skirt. Thanks, pal. He receives many pettings for his effort, but all the architectural chaos keeps Emmeryn occupied.]
My, how dreadful...
[Route 205 doesn't provide as much distance from the chaos as Emmeryn would like without going into the forest, but her other options are dreadfully mountainous and Emmeryn is already not having an especially great day, so it's the best she can do so her team can take a walk and play for a bit in the afternoon. Heim spends a nice long while running at Latona and bouncing off her knee, then running back so he has a good head start to run at her again. At no point does he make any attempt to properly headbutt or tackle her, he just...doesn't realize she's in the way? Or thinks this is fun???
So, as it turns out, she's got another stupid one.
Tired of that, though, he turns around and runs right at Emmeryn instead and bounces uselessly off her legs, only for her to scoop him right up into her arms. That, somehow, is enough, and when the white glow that surrounds him all at once fades, he uses his new wings to flutter out of her arms and fly circles around her.]
Oh, darling, look at you!
[He gives a happy little trill, and zips off to go fly back and forth around Latona, who, as always, endures this absolute nonsense. Emmeryn's eyes light up and her smile goes so, so soft.
Come the evening, she settles in the Pokémon Center, where Duma desperately tries to fit himself under the table Emmeryn sits at, face-first, and Heim, thrilled about his newfound flight, zips back and forth across the lobby. Emmeryn cannot bear to stop him, but as soon as he comes too close to someone else, she calls for him—] Heim, love, this way. My apologies; he is having far too much fun with himself.
[Alternatively if you walk in too quickly from outside or another part of the Center there's a nonzero chance of just getting smacked right in the face with a weird egg bird.]
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She wonders what happened to Chrom and Lissa, after—If they are safe now.
Duma might just have a sense of this, because while all the rest of her team eagerly returns to their Pokéballs when they arrive to the city in the morning, Duma stands firm at his trainer's feet, even though all two hundred and fifty goddamn pounds of him cannot stop shaking like a leaf. Sometimes the ground immediately under him rumbles a little while they wander the city streets.]
Darling, are you certain that...? [But she doesn't even get to finish before Duma squawks indignantly, right before proceeding to hide his face against Emmeryn's skirt. Thanks, pal. He receives many pettings for his effort, but all the architectural chaos keeps Emmeryn occupied.]
My, how dreadful...
[Route 205 doesn't provide as much distance from the chaos as Emmeryn would like without going into the forest, but her other options are dreadfully mountainous and Emmeryn is already not having an especially great day, so it's the best she can do so her team can take a walk and play for a bit in the afternoon. Heim spends a nice long while running at Latona and bouncing off her knee, then running back so he has a good head start to run at her again. At no point does he make any attempt to properly headbutt or tackle her, he just...doesn't realize she's in the way? Or thinks this is fun???
So, as it turns out, she's got another stupid one.
Tired of that, though, he turns around and runs right at Emmeryn instead and bounces uselessly off her legs, only for her to scoop him right up into her arms. That, somehow, is enough, and when the white glow that surrounds him all at once fades, he uses his new wings to flutter out of her arms and fly circles around her.]
Oh, darling, look at you!
[He gives a happy little trill, and zips off to go fly back and forth around Latona, who, as always, endures this absolute nonsense. Emmeryn's eyes light up and her smile goes so, so soft.
Come the evening, she settles in the Pokémon Center, where Duma desperately tries to fit himself under the table Emmeryn sits at, face-first, and Heim, thrilled about his newfound flight, zips back and forth across the lobby. Emmeryn cannot bear to stop him, but as soon as he comes too close to someone else, she calls for him—] Heim, love, this way. My apologies; he is having far too much fun with himself.
[Alternatively if you walk in too quickly from outside or another part of the Center there's a nonzero chance of just getting smacked right in the face with a weird egg bird.]