#vourison

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

Quick, Vourison's asleep, post the ornaments!

Made for @askvekpa's decoration project~

Looks like Tempora and Iter made an ornament based on Vourison's tail lamp, along with one to represent themselves! Vourison's ornament glows in the dark, while Tempora and Iter's gleam and sparkle like a polished gem.

[distortionmewtwo]

(@ask-the-fogbound-serpent) Vourison tilted his head at Giratina in thought, listening to what the other legend had to say before nodding, "I suspected that to be the case." Vourison nodded, "With how Ultraviolet spoke about you, even before this reveal, it was clear to see you both cared for each other very much. You are not the first Giratina to change for the better over many, many years, and I am sure you will not be the last."

"As for this conflict with your siblings, it really is a damned if you, damned if you don't, huh? On one hand battling outright would cause untold destruction and mayhem, but on the other simply doing nothing would jeopardize you and your entire realm. While I don't approve of dragging others into this conflict, I do understand your reasons as to why. Luckily, these choices may even work in your favour in an, albeit, unintentional way."

"Just as you have formed a close bond with Ultraviolet, so too it is possible your siblings have formed similar ones with their champions. As legends I often see many grow grand and arrogant in their power and isolation, so by taking on the care of another you all may have unintentionally humbled yourselves in a way. Perhaps it is possible for this conflict to be avoided, or for another, non-lethal compromise to be made. If you so care for your son, and they also feel the same way about their own chosen ones, then there is hope."

The very world around them was beginning to shift as Ultraviolet's distress grew. The mewtwo was just as connected to the realm as Giratina was at this point, his years spent in it changing his very biological makeup to better suit it. So as he became more and more upset, the world responded in kind. Giratina and Invert shared a concerned look.

"You've explained," UV hissed, tail lashing. "Well and good, thank you for that. But what now?? They think I am your Champion and they aren't going to just let this slide!! What if Palkia's Champion comes for me next??"

Ultraviolet, please-

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!!" He held his head in his hands. "I am apparently nothing but a pawn in the game of the Gods, I am allowed to be upset--!!"

Ultraviolet. The wyrm stared helplessly at him, his son, terrified and trembling and looking so very small. He didn't know what to do. He'd never meant for things to turn out this way. My boy, you are so much more to me than a pawn in the game of the Gods. You are my son, and this has not changed, nor will it change. This I swear to you. Once you may have been saved for a purpose- but you were raised as mine. I have never felt so deep a love for another being as I have you. Of course you are allowed to be upset, this I do not dispute- but please, do not doubt how high of regard I hold you in.

Ultraviolet listened but did not respond, hugging his arms close to himself- and it was this that broke Giratina's resolve. The wyrm had the ability to use Transform, as many of the legends did. He did not like to use it often, as changing his shape was an uncomfortable sensation, trapping so much raw power in a smaller vessel- but right now he could do no less.

Meeting him on his level, being able to truly look his son in the eye- it felt right at this moment in time. The shift in form surprised Ultraviolet, who shrank back a little, staring at him, but he didn't move away. In this form it was so much easier to see the expression on the face of his father. The regret and sadness and above all, sincerity. None of this had come from a place of malice- at least, not beyond the original pact. Giratina had found himself with emotion and feeling he'd never dealt with before then, and had floundered trying to keep his status quo. Whatever was going on- UV could see that his father loved genuinely loved him, clear as day, and this more than anything quieted his breaking. Silence dominated the conversation then, both beings looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

Then Vourison spoke. A comforting presence for UV, and a surprise for Giratina- but a welcome one. He would not dispute the words of the ancient Rayquaza either. The great mediator who held such deep wisdom- Giratina was glad for his input, and his words rang true. As he finished speaking, the two looked back to each other.

"Katharsis did seem to hold Dialga in a place o-of love as well," Ultraviolet said slowly. "At least, that is how it came across to me..."

"They always were the more reasonable of my siblings." Giratina exhaled. "And while it is difficult to see my sister forming such a bond with any being... it is possible she too may see reason, if both myself and Dialga no longer wish to put our chosen through this."

"S-So..." Ultraviolet looked up hesitantly. "There's a possibility, then... th-that I shan't have to..?"

Giratina reached out to place two of his hands on UV's shoulders. "We will speak to them," he said firmly. "The gods shall meet, and their champions will bear witness. We shall see this pokemon my sister has claimed, and we will attempt to call this entire thing off together. I will summon my siblings to Earth for this, and we will work through it."

Ultraviolet stared at him, shaking like a leaf- and then he finally broke down for real, moving forward and falling apart as the arms of his father came around him. Invert too came forward to offer her own comfort. Forgiveness, that would come later, should it come at all... but for now there seemed a way out for the little family, and this was something they could hold onto and hope for.

Asks are open again!

@ask-the-fogbound-serpent

[ask-dawnanddusk]

"This is a waste of time."

"You think everything not related to your job is a waste of time."

"That's because it usually is!" Vourison snapped, glaring at Voxgatum, who was giving him a cheeky grin.

"Oh come oooooon, take a break every once in a while! Relax, have fun!" The laid back lugia said with a grin.

"Of all the people telling me to relax, the LAST PERSON I want to hear it from is the one who got ATTACKED just a couple days prior." Vourison said, still clearly angry about what had occurred.

"Look, I get that you're a big ol' worry wart," Vourison squawked snarled in protest, "But me and mom have been to this island multiple times, and it's fine. And If anything does happen, we can just have mom blast them to oblivion, no big deal." Vox said, waving at their mother who was corralling Loraifon, Tempora, and Iter together, ensuring nobody strayed too far or got lost.

"Besides," He continued, "from what I heard, the last event you took the kids to was a sleepover. A Sleepover. Kids need waaaay more engagement then that, I'm sure they were bored out of their minds, right?" He aimed that last part at the conjoined dragons, who turned to look at him.

Iter tilted her head in thought. While a bit slow, she personally didn't mind the calm pace of the sleepover. It was quite nice, really!

Tempora, however, had no brain to mouth filter, and said very loudly and bluntly, "Yeah it was kinda boring." much to Iter's dismay, a low and worried warbling leaving the palkia's throat.

"See?" Vox said, his point proven, ignoring Vourison's glare.

"Mine dearest of children, whilst I see both of your perspectives equally and fully, it would be remiss of us to dismiss the worries of one who is most worried for legitimate reasons." Maksviah carefully cut in, stepping forward to gently nudge Vourison with her snout, "Your worry is true, however you must understand that this isle is kind and safe, as I have been here multiple times and seen it for myself. No harm shall come to you."

And so, with a grumble and reluctant nod, Vourison agreed to join the festival.

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Maksviah, Loraifon, Voxgatum, Vourison, Tempora, and Iter have all joined the @pokeask-magi-retreat!

These characters belong to different blogs but coexist in the same world. I would prefer asks be sent to their respective blogs, but if you send one to the wrong blog don't worry too much about it, as all posts from this event will be reblogged on both blogs!

For asks directed at Maksviah, Loraifon and Voxgatum, please send them to @ask-dawnanddusk.

For asks directed at Vourison, Tempora, and Iter, please send them to @ask-the-fogbound-serpent.

[ask-team-misfit]

(@ask-the-fogbound-serpent) Vourison craned his head forward, inspecting the small hybrid for a moment before speaking, "It seems you cherish your scarf very much. It is quite lovely, however I am curious about something. From what I can gather you are a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, correct? I was wondering if the scarf is meant to mimic the ribbons of a Sylveon in some manner, or if they are truly attached to your body." He paused before continuing, slightly sheepish, "Ah, if this seems rude feel free to ignore the question."

[ @ask-the-fogbound-serpent ]

He perked up somewhat at the Rayquaza's voice. He would usually be taken aback that such a massive and powerful Pokemon took notice of him at all; then he realized that Vourison was expressing interest in his scarf.

Lief: "Someone like you wants to know more about my scarf? Well, I'm touched... but the answer is more boring than you're thinking."

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief, a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, with a mono-color background. He is shown from the neck up, with his face slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He looks puzzled, or curious. His left eyebrow is noticeably raised, while his right eyelid is lowered somewhat. He is frowning visibly. An angular question mark is floating next to his head at the left. End ID ]

Lief: "See, as much as I wanna tell you that it's super special, it's really just a regular scarf. Not attached to my body, and they're not like a full-blood Sylveon's feelers. That would be my antennae."

He shrugged, though he couldn't help but smile a little.

Lief: "It's a coincidence that it suits me so well, really. But I get it. It does look like it was always meant for me, doesn't it~? Even now, in these trying times..."

azel-the-umbreon asked: @ask-the-lywelles Azel Azel would pop out of thin air and kinda float there laying on his back in the air Azel: "So I was wondering, when and where did you get your scarf? Just asking as the local scarf enthusiast." He would make sure his own scarf wasn't slipping off. Azel: "Seriously though, I'm curious about it. You dont usually see scarves that long either."

[ @ask-the-lywelles ]

Lief: "Well if you really must know... it's a gift."

[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to the previous image, but with a different expression. He appears rather dismissive, glancing away towards the right with even narrower eyes. His face is flushed in red, literally so as the blush is shown in color. End ID ]

Lief: "That's all I'll say."

Event Ask Hints have been updated.

[ask-the-royal-absol]

💌 Mayhaps Vourison + Destino? @ask-the-fogbound-serpent

(Destino: There’s a weird fucking arbok outside. Looks like grandma the fucking thing.

So, hear me out. Let’s give Destino an actual father figure in their life. I mean, Destino would absolutely hate it. This weird arbok giving them advice and they’ve taken it and, at this point, who knows how it’s going to turn out. Perhaps Destino will ask for more. Perhaps not. Destino would never say if it was good or bad advice or if it even worked. Not their style.

I mean, it’s not like they’ll have one soon.)

[singularity-and-co]

(@ask-the-fogbound-serpent) Vourison eyed the Arceus warily. While he wasn't the most… fond of creator pokemon due to certain past experiences with them, this one didn't seem actively malicious. Still, to lose so many worlds despite your honest attempts at making them…

He carefully approached the Arceus, marginally more respectful then he usually would be towards others, "Not to be insensitive, but having lost so many worlds where other Arceus have succeeded, have you ever tried discussing with other creators how they make their worlds? Like, I'm not the most fond of creators in general, a lot of em' can be real pompous assholes, but some of them are damn good at their jobs. The only reasons I've seen for a realm to break down are either due to conflicts within the realm, or unstable forces outside it."

"But eh, what do I know. In any case, I honestly do hope this worlds ends up thriving. Both for your sake… and theirs. You do not want to see where they end up when there's no other place to go."

Arceus: I know the reason why he refuses to talk to me and I do, sometimes, wish for his guidance and support. However, he has used his vast abilities to prevent me from ever entering his universe. I’ve tried on more than one occasion, even bringing my children along in the hopes that that would convince him. Alas, he decided that it was not good enough for me to be allowed to see him again. I am hopeful, however, that I shall be successful and I will finally be able to prove that I am indeed worthy of governing a universe.

*The ancient Arceus turns towards you. There’s a mix of both shame and determination on his face.*

Arceus: If you are referring to a more multi-universal form of communication, I’ve only recently been able to gain the ability to allow that to happen. And, at the moment, I regret it. You’ve probably been one of the more polite Pokémon to enter this realm, but others have clearly come to try and make a mockery of me. They will never understand what I have had to do to get my universe to this point. Their lack of experience tells me how set in their ways they are. Perhaps I would be more willing to accept the advice of others more successful than I if they would be more courteous with their words. The youth of today should understand the phrase ‘respect your elders’ if they want to get anywhere in life.

*you can hear the slight frustration in his voice as he speaks. As much as Arceus likes to keep calm whilst speaking, he cannot help but feel annoyance towards those who do not show him the respect he thinks he deserves.*

[wilde-legends]

◀️◀️ Maksviah my beloved

"Mine little one, I cannot allow you to devour such a thing."

Her words were met by a particularly grumpy squawk as a tiny lugia pouted up at her.

"I assume you have decided to attempt such a thing due to thine witness of Vourison's consumption of such a stone?" She asked with a raised brow. At the small, angry nod, she continued.

"Vourison is your elder by many a century and devours such stones to aid in replenishing his power. You, however, are unable to preform such a feat without damaging thine-self." Maksviah explained, gently nudging her littlest child, gaining an angry nip on her snout as a reward.

"Come now, mine youngest, there are many a thing much tastier then rocks for you to devour. Let us find you some nice berries to tide you over."

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

"Our family is nearby, yes." Iter bobbed her head in confirmation, "We should probably get back to them soon though, our grunkle will worry..."

"Vox is right, Vourison is a big worrywart." Tempora dismissed, "We're like, 10 meters away from him, he can handle it." She pointedly ignored Iter's mumble of 'it's a little more then 10 meters'.

"Anyway!" Tempora continued, "I'm excited to check out what food and games they have here, it's all so different from back home. We're also probably going to see if this place has a library, or ask any local some questions. Iter is really interested in learning more about the history of this place!"

"If you want some food, we could also get some for you when we go to the food table." Iter offered, "Though we don't really know what food you like..." she mumbled that last part to herself, a bit nervous.

(@ask-the-fogbound-serpent) Tempora and Iter approached the place where Kyurem sat, one head eager and the other anxious. 

“Hello!” Tempora called, not an ounce of fear or worry in her voice. “I like your outfit, it’s very nice!”

“T-the view is also very lovely.” Iter continued, a bit nervous, but her voice became clearer as she spoke more and more, “Is there any part of the island you’re looking forward to seeing? Or do you plan on staying out here and observing the scenery? I personally prefer the quiet, you chose a lovely spot.”

"It's been a while since I've seen conjoined twins, and never a creation trio! You're pretty neat. I hope your caretaker is nearby. What do you plan to do for the party?"

@ask-the-fogbound-serpent

[distortionmewtwo]

Sugar,

I know I shouldn't tell you this, but there's a chance that your child is going to be killed within a Proxy war between Giratina and the gods of Space and Time. While one of the rival champions pose no threat to the UV, the other might not be as kind and could wind up killing him. Your son is in grave danger!

She thought about that for a moment. Tried to decide how she felt about that statement. But then a very large shadow fell over her, and all rational thought left Sugar's mind.

Whether she took anything said to heart was unknown- Sugar had taken one look at Vourison and fled. She knew better than to hang around, to try and tangle with such a Rayquaza. She had already been smacked to the ground, ridiculed and insulted.... any wise mon would have run by now, right?? Whateve the case, Sugar was gone, and a distance away, Ultraviolet was still sound asleep....

But this wouldn't last for much longer, as unbeknownst to you, night had shifted to dawn, and Ultraviolet awoke with the sun. He stretched and yawned, bright pink eyes falling upon the little gathered and widening with delight, then confusion.

"JJ? U? Vourison..? What are you all doing here?"

Sugar has left and Ultraviolet has awoken.

@docmenlonhead @ask-the-fogbound-serpent

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

So about that rayquaza raid

[distortionmewtwo]

(@ask-the-fogbound-serpent) Vourison watched the two silently for a moment before letting out a loud groan of annoyance, "If you ask me, the three of your so called 'gods' are all incompetent and petty, but at least the Giratina seems to be marginally better then the other two." He rolled his eyes, "Honestly, they're so small-minded and unable to let anything go that they decide to drag others into their conflict? That is the same kind of attitude that causes realms to collapse in on themselves. At least these ones aren't fighting directly."

With a huff, he turned towards Ultraviolet, his hard voice and expression softening a bit, "But, if you ask me, that previous person had a point. Your Giratina may have saved you for the originally stated purpose, but that does not seem to be the case now. He probably loves you very much, and did not want to tell you the original reason as to why you were saved. It may be a similar deal with the 'champion' of space since they seem to be hidden too, but then again I can't know for sure. I suggest you ask your Giratina and see what he says."

He winced, "Though you should probably take some time to calm down before then. It may not be the most welcoming of places, but now that the Obsidian Gate is open anyone peaceful can visit. Fell free to enter the Hallowed Woods if you like. It'd probably do you both some good being surrounded by the soul energy."

Katharsis bristled. "You have NO right to speak about Dialga in such a manner!!"

"Katharsis, please," Ultraviolet pleaded. "You are speaking to a god perhaps more powerful than Giratina and Dialga alike-"

"That doesn't mean I have to stand by as it slanders them!!" Katharsis was showing no signs of calming down, even tensing like she would jump Vourison, so the frightened and exhausted Mewtwo did the only thing he could do- he put her into a time-out bubble. As she struggled and cursed, he turned back to the Rayquaza.

"P-Please forgive her, Vourison, she is very passionate..! Um- th-thank you, for your words..." He bowed his head as he considered them. "A-ask my father... I can do that... after I calm down, yes...." The very thought twisted the anxious knot in his chest. "Th-thank you for your kind invitation, I will take you up on it sometime..." While he didn't like how Vourison spoke of his father either, he didn't have it in him for more arguing.

@ask-the-fogbound-serpent

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

The absol's words really were just rubbing salt in the wound, confirming once and for all what he'd already suspected. Vourison had heard these same corrupted ideas on power and control repeated over and over again, and he was not thrilled to be hearing it once more. Especially not from this a snivelling excuse of a Monarch.

Disregarding the nonsense they were spouting, Vourison picked up this strange version of Destino in his coils, squeezing them tightly before speaking once more, voice low and angry.

"...It seems I was not clear enough. When I said it would be best if you left..."

Leaning to the side, he reached with one claw and tore open a portal through the fabric of reality before violently tossing Destino through. The portal would take the Monarch home... probably. All that really mattered to Vourison was getting this disgusting absol out of his realm and far, far away from the ones he cared about.

As the rift snapped shut, Vourison slumped forward with an exhausted sigh. What the hell had just happened? Why had that happened? ...And what did this mean for the Destino he was familiar with?

*A familiar-looking Absol walks towards Vourison, glaring up at him. The expression was not one of their usual smug nature. No, cold, dead eyes rimmed with dark circles looked at the serpent, judging him, monitoring his every move. Their posture didn't have the overconfidence they had shown previously. Instead they held themselves in a more regal matter. The fur appeared more disheveled than the usual pristine appearance and a blue mantle hung over their shoulders, mega stone in the centre. A large crown rested upon their head.*

Destino: How curious. Your appearance is certainly different from the descriptions I have been told about your kind. The tales of the sky spirit from my realm have shown its destructive power well, causing those to flee at the mere sight. Tell me, is your reputation similar to that of what I've heard? A terror to cause fear into the hearts of many? And is it possible for a mortal to obtain this level of authority over other weaker beings?

Three eyes bore into the Absol, his entire body still as a statue. Vourison was confused and startled and despairing all at once. He’d tried to prevent cruelty from growing in the other's heart, how had Destino become so dishevelled so quickly?

It was only a second later when he realized that no, there was not enough time for a drastic change such as this one to occur since his last talk with Destino. Not only that, but this Absol clearly has no recollection of meeting him. While Vourison wasn’t the most eye-catching legend, he was certain that the other would remember their meeting. Especially considering what they had last spoken about.

So who, or what, had sent this stranger here to him? This was clearly Destino, but not the one he’d met. Time and space were erratic. Something was wrong.

Tilting his head towards this familiar stranger, Vourison carefully spoke, “This ‘sky spirit’ of your realm is vastly different from me, and does not sound like someone I would particularly want to meet. All legends are capable of terrible destruction, but I loathe those who are reckless with their abilities and cause needless harm. So no, I do not have a reputation similar to what you’ve heard. Quite the opposite in fact. This is a place of healing.”

“You will not find the power you search for here.”

While their voice was mostly neutral, Vourison could tell. No matter how many times he comes across it, that want for power is always the same. He did not know what drastic event caused this sudden want. Vourison could only hope that not many had been harmed in their quest for such power, but the state of their fur and crown on their head dashed any hope quite quickly and soundly.

“Now, it would be best if you leave this place. It is not suitable for one such as yourself.” Leave, leave now. Before the rot that festers in your heart blooms out of control and devours you whole.

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

(ShayminCafe) Shaymes approached the large serpent with caution, taking flight into the air to account for their large size difference. Spreading his wings as wide as he could whilst in flight, Shaymes bowed before Vourison. "Blessings be upon you and your kin," he said. "Have you come to seek the blessings of the Magi? Perhaps invite them to pass some good fortune upon your friends and kin?"

"Ah. Hello." Vourison said awkwardly, not expecting the sudden question. "Seeing the Magi would be interesting I suppose, but it's not really what I'm here for. I mean, I'm mostly here because my family wanted to come and dragged me along for the ride."

He gestured towards where Loraifon was bouncing around, "Everyone else is pretty excited to meet them though. This is my first time being on the island myself, but they've been to this festival multiple times."

"What about yourself, any specific reason you came here?"

[ask-the-fogbound-serpent]

Rock With Googly Eyes Give You A Banana

"For the love of all that is sacred, Vox, I am asking what dish you get. You know EXACTLY what I'm asking." Vourison said, caught in a meaningless conversation with his younger brother.

"And I told you, I ask for chicken and they bring out a crate, they open it up and it pops out! A whole chicken!" Vox said, 100% knowing that they while both knew this conversation was full of shit, neither would back down on this point. Truly, sibling dynamics at their finest. "I pet it a little and then they take it away! That's it!"

"Vox I swear-" Vourison stared before cutting himself off, eyes fixed on the strange sight near the shore near where they were arguing.

While Voxgatum was busy sputtering and shaking water from his face, Vourison had plucked the banana from the shore and was already swimming away as fast as he could. Sure enough, once Vox had recovered from that sudden dip, he chased after the giant snake and tackled him, flinging the banana out of Vourison's grasp.

What followed next was a fierce struggle between the two, including a lot of biting and head-dunking as they fought. Over a banana.

[ask-dawnanddusk]

* @ask-the-golden-goo Slime Boi slides up the Maksviah, giving off those chill vibes.*

Slime Boi: Yo yo, how's the vibe for this evening? Mine's pretty excellent so far. Solid A+ for me. You know, I've got children of my own. All grown up now but they were a riot to raise. The stuff we'd do together. So much fun. An absolute blast, you dig? How was raising children for you? Was it a cake walk or were there some bumps in the road?

"Ah, greetings! it is wonderful to hear that your time on this isle is calm and good. The 'vibe' as you call it for myself has also been quite pleasant."

"Certainly is is lovely to spend time with family, I am pleased to hear that you and yours are close with one another. As for myself, raising mine own little ones has always been a joy, as I adore them all very much. Raising children, I would never describe as easy, however it is a fulfilling experience indeed. Each have their own thoughts and beliefs, and in overcoming their flaws they have grown grand and great. I could not be prouder of them."

Turning her head slightly, she looked towards where Voxgatum and Vourison sat by the beach. Vox was currently trying to coax Vourison into the water, much to the rayquaza's chagrin. "As can clearly be seen, I am also here with a few of mine own little one's. Though nearly all are grown fully, they will always be little to me."

She then tilted her head to glance at Loraifon, who was currently stamping around the area excitedly, exploring all it had to offer, "Mine littlest especially is most excited to be visiting here again."

She paused for a second before continuing, her voice slightly sheepish. "Ah, forgive me, I have spoken for quite a bit of time. I would also be most interested in hearing of your own children, if you would like to share that is."

[ask-dawnanddusk]

Dusk slowly plodded towards where the group sat, shaking sleep from his eyes and Twilight nestled in his mane. He'd thought it over a bit more, and had come to a decision. Now all there was left to do was convince the others, though that shouldn't be too much of an issue.

Gently, he bumped his head against Dawn, giving him a nuzzle in greeting before leaning back, a serious look on his face.

Taking in a deep breath to calm himself, Dusk blurted, "We need a lunar wing for Twilight."

This sudden statement dew the eye of everyone in the group, and while Dusk shifted uncomfortably under their confused gazes, he carefully explained, "Twilight has been trouble sleeping lately. She's been dreaming, but all of them are nightmares, and it's been keeping her up too much to be healthy."

"These nightmares left for a while, but seemed to have returned again with even more force." Dusk explained, speaking faster with each word, "I've tried to deal with them on my own, but you know how it is with dream-walking in legendary minds."

"Of course the lunar wing would only be temporary, just until we can find the root of this problem. I just don't want her loosing any more sleep, she's still so young..."

"Oh love, you should have told me sooner." Dawn crooned, gently pressing his beak to Dusk's neck in comfort, halting his husbands worried rambling, "Of course we can retrieve a lunar wing. Should be relatively easy too, I'm still owed a favour from her." He joked slightly at the end before continuing. "It's also possible being around our Cresselia could help Twilight develop her powers more. After all, we don't now they full extend of her abilities yet. Maybe she could tell us if the abaility to dream-walk was passed down as well."

"We could also use this as an opportunity to check up on other legends and see if other strange things have happened." Voxgatum mused, "Oneiros watches over the dreams of all living things after all. Maybe she could help. Confirm if this is just one bad actor or something bigger."

"Whilst you three travel, there is one more who may benefit from an alteration of scenery." Maksviah cut in, turning towards Voxgatum, "With the news' final spread between legends, I am most certain someone else worries more then needed. My second eldest, Vourison, I fear will worry himself to panic. A visit would be good for both of you."

"Mother, do you even need to say more then that?" Vox said, a relaxed smile on his face, "Why, I'd be delighted to go bother my worrywart of an older brother! It's been far too long since we've seen one another."

"Did you not visit him the other week?"

"Perhaps~"

"Well, I suppose that settles it." Dawn said, "We'll need a bit of time to prepare, but we should be off soon."

"I'll head off a bit after you do." Voxgatum said with a wave of his wing, "I want to spend a bit more time here before heading out. Maybe I'll pop by Oneiros' place after so we can chat."

And with all that said, the group split to prepare for the coming days ahead.