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written for @riley

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Of all the places that Lyeant had to offer these days, there was no doubt that the Firefly Springs held the dearest place in her heart. Angel Heights may have taken such high honor in the years that time had eaten raw, but she had watched it shatter and fall to the earth it was meant to ascend over with her own eyes, much like most of the region around it, and of the remaining cities and habitats left, non reminded her more of home than that springs, miraculously untouched, in the woods. Lush. Noisy with nature. Cramped, if she was feeling a touch cynical. More than anything, though, it was the ideal training spot. Just as their trainer did, her fairy-type Pokemon seemed to flourish in this untouched pocket of space, strengthened in mind by the woods, and strengthened in body by the mind. They were careful, of course, to leave the trees and the wildlife untouched as best they could – enough was in tattered and tears outside of this place that it did not need to be added to the other statistics for the sake of keeping up traditional Tohoku combat styles – and to leave no mark of their ever being there when they visited. It was only respectable. Unfortunately, not everyone around them appeared to have the same idea in mind.[break][break]

Leaves and branches had been falling down upon Lilika and her Magdalene like a rainstorm for a good fifteen minutes, dotting blue hair with green and providing unexpected (and not entirely welcome) target and shielding practice for the plain-faced Shiinotic at her side. Of all the times she had been here, and truly, the number was quite high, she couldn't recall a wild Pokemon causing such a ruckus, much less destruction to its home. A part of her ached at the thought of it alone – destruction to otherwise untampered woods – but she was technically the trespasser here, no more than a visitor in the Pokemon's home, and a visitor tended to have little say in how their host kept their things. Back home, she probably would have spoken her mind, anyway – but then again, the host in question was a Pokemon, so there was no guarantee she'd be understood, anyway. “Let's move somewhere else,” she suggested to her Pokemon instead, smile pulled a little too tight, hand batting away at foliage caught in her hair a bit too close to her eyes. “Somewhere a little more open.”[break][break]

Fortunately, it was a short trek to the nearest clearing, not even five minute's worth of effort. More importantly, however, the open view of the sky afforded her a sight she had not been expecting to see: the culprit, although very much not Pokemon in nature, although very much adorning a set of... wings. Wings. On a human child. Was such a thing possible? The gym leader had heard stories, of course, of humans with Pokemon DNA infused with their own, had heard, even, that some of her fellow League members were of such origins, themselves, but never had she seen one with her own eyes. At least, not one with such blatantly inhuman features. It was – breathtaking, in a way. So much for heartache for the sake of the wood; now, she was overcome by awe and curiosity. “Hey -” she began to call from her place on the ground, unsure of what, exactly, she wished to say to the boy in flight and the Charizard that flew alongside him. Fortunately – or, rather, unfortunately – a topic came to her fairly quick: an obstacle in his path, one she wasn't sure he would be able to maneuver around, a tree thicker than all the rest around it. What was supposed to have been a greeting, warm and amiable, came out sharp, sudden. A warning. “Watch out!”

[attr="class","curragebot"]george, george, george of the jungle - watch out for that treeeeeeeee.

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