"Oh come on, it's not that bad." Galayne ushered at the Flabébé perched upon her head, who was using its blue-petal'd flower as an anchor. Camille frowned heavily, shaking her small head and bapping Galayne's. No. She didn't like it here. She never had, with what the place signified; her flabébé had always been like that. For some reason man and mon's last resting places sent the little tyke into an anxious fit, and in an attempt to find out about said reason, she'd ended up here.

The Kalosian knew no-one burried atop this mountain, and mayhaps she should praise herself lucky for it. Never having lost someone close to her, or being too youngh to remember their passing. A gut-feeling had lead her here, however. One she didn't understand either, but the fire fighters who'd helped her back on feet had urged her to start listening to it more often. After all, it was the very reason she still lived.

Some irritated chittering tickled her ear, making the Kalosian sigh. "Okay, fine fine! After we reach the summit, we'll go right back down." Galayne relented tilting her head up, only to see the small white creature stare back at her with a "you better" look plastered on her face. Their staring earned a brief intermission when they reached the next level, walking right into the unfolding events of a man and his giant mushroom circle.

He looked just as surprised as she was. "Uhmmm.... that's an, uh, unique(?) way of paying your respects to the deceased?" She wasn't sure what to think of the giant vegetation, other than it looking extremely out of place here.


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