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"Oh, don't I know the feel. If someone hurts my family though, they'll never get my trust back. Even if they demonstrate to everyone else that they've changed."

"Y'BREAK MY TRUST, IT'S GONNA BE HARD TO GET IT BACK. Especially if it's through hurting my family. Hurting me is one thing. Hurting them is another.

This one smells strongly of wyverns, though he cannot discern what. Their heart beats strongly in their chest. Ratha emerges slowly from the cave mouth, steam rising in plumes from his nostrils . . . he is curious.

That is not a Pokémon.

She knows and has studied the ins and outs of every kind of dragon Pokémon in existence--it's a requirement of being a Draconid Lorekeeper, and it's part of the reason why becoming one takes so long. But even though she knew that in her world Rathalos was a Pokémon of the Venalos region, she isn't getting 'Pokémon' from this one at all. The little tug in her stomach when an unfamiliar dragon Pokémon presents itself to her, or the little tingle she gets at the back of her neck--they're both missing. Yet still, when she reaches out with her mind, she can sense the draconic aura around this one. Something familiar, if only also somewhat strange.

"Hey, buddy," she says, getting some strips of dried Sealeo jerky out of her pack. "You doing okay? You look a little lost."

'Lost' being an understatement--there were places all over the multiverse that connected the different worlds. Could this being have wandered into one of those? In any case, she hopes he can understand her when she speaks the draconic tongue of this world.

The haze over her vision clears as she comes to, eyes spiraling her skull in their dizziness. The first thing she sees is soft, candle-lit light, and smoke that gently rose from a crackling fire at the center of the hut she'd woken in. Mari is strewn neatly across a bed, her body feeling stiff as a rock, as if she'd hit something hard and fast before waking up. She groans in response to muffled, incoherent voices that steadily become clearer the more that she wakes. She finds just enough strength to turn her head and stare drowsily at whoever else occupied the room, looking as spaced out as a slowpoke in a coma. | for adaman!

Some of the times he checked up on her, he almost couldn't believe she was still alive.

At first, they hadn't thought it'd been the case. The body worn and broken, harsh under the gravity of the world hauling into the earth, before someone felt the cold strawberry skin of her nose and realized that it still drew air, breath turned to mist when warmed enough to do it. Lucky, that her landing close enough to spot in the frosting river reeds of the mirelands, to rouse ruckus, to be hauled back. Lucky, that her landing was softened, perhaps, by the mud & the foliage & the tension of that crackling frenzy in the air that might've spat her out in the first place. They'd not have been able to save her, as autumn rolled in on itself further into summer's sleep, if she stayed out there too long.

A story Adaman recalls to himself as he overlooks her; a duty, in a way, to himself to ensure, to manage, to see. Each day, she continued. Each day, an anticipation. He doubted it to be one of Galaxy's, the clothes too different, the person too unknown. Not theirs, but whose? who, where, what did she come from?

A secret to be answered in time. He tried not to get his hopes up that it'd be answered at all. Even if she hadn't died yet, a fall like that rarely goes without aftershocks.

It's late by the time consciousness dribbles back into bones. The smell of herbs through the warmed air, something bubbling atop fire, the sound of fabric and skin shuffling as he moved, attentive and slow, as he spoke to the more medically wise who'd been attending her. he'd offered to take the responsibility to look after her while they rested, with only so much to be done, that could be done. Easiness in his voice, reassurances, then goodbyes as he attended to the broth. ( a family recipe, one said to bring new life. he liked to think, even slightly, that it could help... )

It's only when the two left that dark eyes flick over, her breathing turning harsher with unconsciousness slipping back, and see her coming to. The task dropped, the sound of Adaman's robes shuffling is quick as knees shuffle in a scurry to her side, searching for something over her form; over her face. How long has the stranger been asleep? ( the answer comes instantly, second sight, second intuition. 4 days, 19 hours, 42 minutes. like clockwork, like divine knowingness. )

Sinnoh, he was glad to see any life at all, regardless of how distant she was now.

" Come on... Come on... You've got it... " the words are a soft wind through teeth as he leans a little closer as though trying to make it easier for her to recognize, one hand's knuckles pressed into the edges of the mat, her old clothes folded nearby. It's as a hand reaches, soft in the open air nearby, that he sees the white of her eyes; regardless of how distant; and relief takes him only for a moment. Perhaps pride, bubbling beneath the surface, at the other having drew breath long enough to do it at all. a complete stranger, and yet, still they lived.

" There you are. " a subtle congratulation he doesn't expect to be felt as the reaching fingers make purchase, gently at the side of her face, the other joining it's brother, slipping under her other cheek as he gently lifts her head, thumbpads lightly pulling taught the edge of the eye where crows feet would one day linger as Adaman studies her face, her eyes, looking for something unknowable.

It's unclear if he's found it after the moment passes, and he carefully sets her head down to rest back 'pon the cushioning beneath, gingerly, as he softly speaks not fully intending for Mari to listen, " Hey, Stranger. We thought you were a goner. Glad to see you prove me wrong. "

➤ ` ??? (  rathalascendant  )

      “ … WHAT’S UP? ” SHE SUSPECTED NOTHING,not even pondered the possibility that this creature might understand her. How could it, Mari thought; it looked like a small monster, one that would be an easy victory if she or it chose to engage. LUCKILY, Mari is not the type to do such a thing. She’s within the comfort and company of her beloved RATHALOS, holding her knees to her chest and basking in the warm, tropical sun. She looks back over to the creature, which stood roughly at her hip, and fawns over him a bit. “ You are so little … ” // @asteriskheart​ - spyro

         A strange land fostered strange creatures. Untouched by Malefor’s taint, the air itself pressed lightly against his wings, easy to stop and take a clear breath. A far cry from tense and near oppressive wind that engulfed everything from whence he came. Despite the urgency to look / search / chase another, it’s hard for the dragon to turn a blind eye to the new environment he's been swept away to, nose curiously butting into oddities crossing his path and admonishing Sparx to not eat weird, unknown things.

         Caution stiffened movements in the presence of another - a small being and a dragon-like creature ? - within the clearing they happened upon. Wariness steered pace to a careful step, paws picking through the underbrush as he left a wide berth between them. However, neither seemed eager to approach. Fine by him. Uneventful encounters disguised themselves as gifts at times when enemies constantly trailed you.

         But then, one spoke.

         Ears flicked, a tinge of irritation buzzing underneath scales. Already he could hear the cackling brewing within his brother’s chest, light glowing brighter around the firefly, but a small snort from Spyro stifled playful jeers for now. Brows furrowed, voice kept at a low volume and not the slightest bit petulant as he rose a tad from a semi-crouch,  ❝ You’re not exactly a giant yourself. ❞

➤ ` ??? (  rathalascendant  )

      AND THE MOMENT IT SPOKE WORDS, MARI’S eyes went wide.

        “ OH, HOLY SHIT! ” SHE NEARLY FALLS BACK against the side of the RATHALOS beside her, awestruck. At most, she had anticipated such a beast to be a small wyvern of sorts, or maybe, if she were superstitious enough, a juvenile ELDER DRAGON. It did look the build, but it was no bigger than a kelbi, leading Mari to wonder if she could make a correct judgement.

        And then — but then, it spoke! Sweet STARS, it spoke! Had she gone crazy for a moment? Was she hearing things? Or did literal words just slip out of the violet creature’s mouth? Tawny eyes darted about searchingly for a moment, scanning the purple and gold scales that made up his figure. She was almost in too great disbelief to speak again — but, Mari straightens, and she clears her throat. She places a hand on the side of RATHA’S neck.

       Perhaps it was possible this was an ELDER DRAGON, albeit, a very young one. She’d heard tales of ancient beasts so old they could speak the words of man. But she’d never seen or heard anything quite like this … “ I wasn’t expecting words. ” She clarifies rather bluntly.

        But now, the rider’s curiosity is piqued. and so is Red’s — the rathalos had keened his head higher into the air with intrigue. Mari scoots a little closer, and leans in, head canting to the side with childish interest.

       “ You’re — are you an ELDER DRAGON? ”

         This thing - loud too. Wings unfurled at the sharp rise in volume, set for fight or flight. Body snapped back down into a crouch, prepared for any sudden motions to follow. The creature seemed to nearly trip over its own two feet into its companion instead of launching an assault. It appeared more befuddled than anything else, his obvious ability of speech catching them off guard and only adding to perceived oddity. Of course he could talk ?  Everyone could. From dragonflies, to atlawas, to dragonfolk, no exceptions barring monsters.

         His wings slowly retracted, settling back into their normal position pressed against his body. Wariness not yet extinguished, head tilted at the new term.  ❝ What are you talking about ? ❞  He'd never heard of that before. Just recently he learned his origins stemmed from that of a dragon and not a firefly. 

         Elder… Perhaps it doubled as a term for Guardians. He’d have to ask Ignitus or Cyril… 

         Sparx shared in the confusion, circling his head. The lid on the snark blew right off.  ❝ Elder dragon ?  This pipsqueak ?  Ha - In his dreams maybe !  Come on, are we even looking at the same person here ??  ❞

         Eyes rolled, some tension deflating from the body as a somewhat heated glare’s shot at his brother. He’s one to talk, being the size of a gnat. Turning back to the creature, a moment passed before he settled on his haunches, curiosity winning out over caution.  ❝ ...I'm a purple dragon. ❞  A paw gestured vaguely in its direction.  ❝ I don’t think I’m that different from the guy behind you. ❞