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castle_perrault2017-08-24 05:08 pm
moonsmile) wrote in castle_perrault2017-08-24 05:08 pm
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pokémon moon spoilers
The smooth stone beneath her feet shifts to grass. That's a little strange.
The sky goes from dark and star-speckled to...not quite sunny, but clearly day. That's more like it.
Nebbie escapes their Ball and flutters above her, making excited chirping noises at the wall in front of them both.
They look back at her, glee and curiosity pressing against her mind. Did you do this? Where are we? This is new! ♪
Moon's climbed the Altar of the Moon and Mount Lanakila enough to recognize clouds at her level, but this is obviously neither. The ruins of Poni don't look anything like this worn wall, or the parapets she can barely see high above. That looks more like...a Kalos thing. Did she walk into an alternate version of there?
Nebbie calls to her again, flying up and over until Moon can't see her at all. Green, grass, soft! she hears.
...Nebbie does not come back.
Moon's smile doesn't falter. It's more of a chance to look around this new space, after all, and Nebbie can handle themselves.
She adjusts her hat and heads into the first entrance she can find.
The sky goes from dark and star-speckled to...not quite sunny, but clearly day. That's more like it.
Nebbie escapes their Ball and flutters above her, making excited chirping noises at the wall in front of them both.
They look back at her, glee and curiosity pressing against her mind. Did you do this? Where are we? This is new! ♪
Moon's climbed the Altar of the Moon and Mount Lanakila enough to recognize clouds at her level, but this is obviously neither. The ruins of Poni don't look anything like this worn wall, or the parapets she can barely see high above. That looks more like...a Kalos thing. Did she walk into an alternate version of there?
Nebbie calls to her again, flying up and over until Moon can't see her at all. Green, grass, soft! she hears.
...Nebbie does not come back.
Moon's smile doesn't falter. It's more of a chance to look around this new space, after all, and Nebbie can handle themselves.
She adjusts her hat and heads into the first entrance she can find.
ah, the curse of limited icons, we meet again,
(Strange places, strange people, strange traditions. She has a lot to get used to--well, not that she wants to be around long enough to get used to it.)
Ah, a traveller. Then she expects to be away from home. Where her destination is, Eliza doesn't know, nor does she know if she even has one.
"I see. Well, you might be here a while, unfortunately. Have you been shown around the castle yet?"
:'>
"Yes." There's a short pause punctuated with the sound of Moon's footsteps, because she's not stopping. "I know where I'm going," she adds with a confident grin.
That last part's not a lie. She's going to Nebbie. Where she's going after that is less straightforward, but she'll get to that when she gets to that.
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People are funny. Children, no less so.
Eliza figures she should make the effort to try to get to know Moon--she doesn't know much anyone else in the Castle, besides the Guardian. It's been nice to work on her own, but she isn't used to being alone. Even with the gaping hole her husband left behind, her kids made quite the ruckus. All pains in the neck, but her pains in the neck, and she loves them all--
… that's another thing. She goes into this partially for selfish reasons. A distraction from the guilt of leaving her children behind is welcome, seeing as she can currently do nothing about it.
"I hope you wouldn't mind if I'd wanted to join you, then?"
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"Go ahead. If you can keep up," she says brightly.
Nebbie will like her dress. Nebbie likes most clothes, but the dresses they can make move with their wings more easily than anything else, and that's fun!
For them and for Moon. Not always the women who think they're being attacked. But maybe that won't happen. And maybe Moon doesn't care if it does.