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Antipatharia trilled in the waters when met with the dolphin pokemon's approached, letting out a sound similar to a coo as she began to swim around alongside it. Imbued with reciprocated friendliness and excitement to meet a new friend, she felt elated, even if her new friend was ever so smaller than she could ever dream of becoming. It was like an award for facing such prior extremities at the beginning of October on Hoenn's glistening shores.[break][break]

All the meanwhile, Oracelies slowly looked behind her at the man who had accompanied the joyous sight of the water types becoming chummy with one another. "That would be nice," she said softly, pushing at the clay to give it a temporary shape, ".. I believed that too, but to each their own, I suppose." Indulging in the beauty of such crafts and looking at the magic in them was not for everyone, but if they just tried to believe, she felt they would all find shock in what they deemed a waste. Their loss.[break][break]

"Were you there at the shores of Route 105 too, when the usurpers crashed against the sands those weeks ago?" She asked, looking down at the spinning clay. It was something she wished to know, for the scale of such a cataclysm was bigger than she could have ever imagined- but above all else, she wanted to talk about it and let it all out, even if he was simply a bystander. But his build was reading as more than just an ordinary civilian, as those who looked like bodybuilders in war-torn regions usually had a purpose imbued in their bulking. At least, that was her experience.

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The thought so many had experienced the scathing prowess of the terrorist organization was heartbreaking, for due to their selfishness, so much had to be lost. "It was, indeed- and I send my condolences to you, for none should be subject to such deliberate misdoings," she said softly, looking down to the clay twisting within her palms, ".. may your loved ones rest in peace, and may you heal." Longing strewn within her words like a deep current within the waves, she was grateful that she and her gifts of the ocean were left unscathed, for the most part. Ancient mud and clay led them to heal their wounds, and as time brought them to the present, they made a swift recovery.[break][break]

"I was lucky to leave with minor injuries, as did my dragons of the sea. But as for the ones accompanying the usurpers I faced, and those usurpers, I cannot say the same for them. May they rest in peace, too." She claimed, basking in the sun that shone against her smooth skin. The man had not met the same fate by the looks of it, scars lining the muscles of his arm. Slathering the clay on the side of the pedestal and reaching into her bag, Oracelies removed a conch shell with a large cork pressed into its opening and offered it to the man, one of her crafts of mysticism.[break][break]

If he were to open the shell's lid, it would reveal a tea of sorts with floating seashells sinking toward the bottom. "Tea made from seaweed, seagrass, and alomomola membrane, to settle any inflammation underneath those scars and heal faster." She said, looking to the sea as if she were mentally asking the spirit of the sea to channel through the tonic. But through all that divination she believed in, she could see that Lapras and the Palafin were enjoying each other's company profusely. Antipatharia clapped her fins in joy at the tricks the dolphin pokemon showed off, giving it a spin of delight, round and round.

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Oracelies laughed ever so slightly when he seemingly met the pain that was brought with drinking such an amalgamation of saltwater and oceanic flora, as ones that were not used to such things typically struggled even more so than he did. "Of course. The kiss of the salt goes away in due time, and the membrane shall bring peace to the hesitance of your throat." She said softly, continuing to shape the clay upon the wheel once more. Forming it into the shape of a bowl, she used one of the provided sponges to smooth out the edges before cutting it from the bottom, releasing it to be held within her grasp.[break][break]

The movement she took to one of the glazing buckets was soft, her gaze guided by the words of Kazimir out to the ocean as she dumped it in with the tongs. It would slowly turn the clay into a beautiful, deep azure, matching the depths of the water that met her eyes. "As do I think it's worth it," she said, looking at the whimsical playfulness of the oceanic spirits as they intermingled with one another, ".. Antipatharia, the Lapras, saw it all unfold upon the waves there. I'm glad to see her able to enjoy herself now, able to give up all of the worries that once met her psyche." The sea witch thought that her pokemon would struggle with it much more than she did, but all was fair, all was even.[break][break]

"It is a shame that Team Rocket wishes to disturb the natural order, the one that allows such pleasantries, such as those our companions are currently experiencing. Do you believe they can be redeemed for their sins?" She asked him with a stern look in her eyes, one which perhaps could confirm that she believed they could face no redemption. Sacrifices ready for the taking, ones that must be purged for their grotesque ways; to be given the same treatment they seemingly wished to give out, though unwilling to take.

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A soft smile manifested upon her sun-kissed cheeks as she watched him admire his work, which appeared rather misshapen; all the more, he seemed unable to luck out as much as she was able to in her craft, which she dismissed with a chuckle rather than the thoughts that her mother goddess had blessed her in her attempt at creation. "It has its charm." She said in response, placing the deep blue bowl into the fiery kiln. Pottery was a frustrating craft, she knew it well from a past life of entertaining such whimsical activities.[break][break]

As was the thought of the usurpers being able to face redemption due to sheer generosities, those which she felt were far too giving for those so willing to take. Oracelies saw Team Rocket as ultimately being more than a gang, an aspect of terror that wished to capsize on the energies brought through the pure, natural order. Those who were willing to cast stones into the pool without remorse, tainting all that she held dear. The thought that some had vacated their previous ties, taking on a false crown of sunshine when their lives had previously been so bleak and wretched, left a bitter taste in her mouth.[break][break]

How could one seek a path of redemption of their past ways, when in the end, they had deprived livelihoods from innocents that wished simply to see another day? Looking out at the oceanic spirits that had made their friendship in the waters, she wished all the more that the world that would be created in the future could have more of that- and less of the pain that came from force. Yet, she was ultimately unwilling to take accountability for the stones that she threw back into the waves they cast upon her shores. All in the name of justice.[break][break]

"But in the end, are they worthy of something better, having deprived those that have sought the best of their ability to live?" She remained still, having already answered her question within her mind- and she felt talking about it would be unable to sway the tides, even if so many previous talks had etched into her walls of stone. "If only the world could be so kind, where sins like this would be unfathomable to even think to commit."[break][break]

She paused, a deep breath coursing out her lungs. The man seemed too nice for his own good- a man who had faith even in those who had spread their seed of misdoings, a part of her that had died a long, long time ago.[break][break]

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't taint such a beautiful day with such a heavy topic."

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