[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]her eyes dart to the sphere he makes, to the way it clouds… and despite herself, her eyes narrow slightly in scrutiny.

”a while? do you know exactly how long to be precise?”

stepping closer, she gently prods at the ice sphere. it’s still solid, from what she can tell, but the color is off. beneath her fingertips, she can faintly feel the spatial composition of it — the way it takes up space against his palm.

”has articuno been injured or make moves to retract the bond that you know of?”

if not injury or corruption, she suspects the bond might be tangled up in this somehow… whatever it is, they’ll surely find out today.

Laurence Anderson

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]"i had been at mt pyre, but i read the reports from the meteor team."

each one delved into and etched into memory until she understood the intricacies of each event... but she does not seem to understand this quite yet, not until he provides more information.

and she is quiet as he recounts the tale, absorbing the recalling of memory like a sponge.

only when he's done does she place questions gently before him, as if she's guiding him through a dream in hopes of finding additional clues that had been missed prior.

"do you believe articuno might have been shaken up by kyurem?"

a beat passes.

"whether that's due to a lack of immunity to kyurem's ice or to the challenge it issued, it's possible articuno could be suffering from doubt and unease from that encounter."

it would explain the murky, dark hue, at least...

"have you noticed if your power has been getting weaker since the meteor?"

Laurence Anderson