( Latias has had a major character revamp, so you might want to forget some of her more innocent, happy-go-lucky traits. ) [You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Western Kanto 
Latias had only been gone for a few minutes, drifting away from the gathering of legendaries as they droned on about what was to be done. Whilst she had learnt a great deal of what exactly was happening to their once peaceful world, the dragon was reluctant to hear all the details. She was unsure if her heart could take it. They would all have different ideas, different solutions and opinions to the predicament and Latias was unwilling to stand idly by through it all. Her patience simply wouldn’t allow it and so she deemed it best to simply grant the speakers their privacy, convinced she would only grate on their nerves. Rude, perhaps, but essentially, Latias just needed some air.
The mainly calm voices still echoed a distant behind her, their words on just intelligible from her current position as she hovered in the air, taking slow, deep breaths. Part of her was already wondering why she had bothered coming to the region. Of course, she had been eager to see her brother, Latios, offer her sibling a few words of support and congratulations at having survived so long – but the others, she wasn’t quite as overjoyed to see. Whilst the Hoenn legend had no quarrels with her company, she simply found herself struggling to keep focus. Ever since that damned bird had attacked her, the female had found herself growing increasingly aloof. Her growing irritation triggered by the constant, dull aching on the back of her neck. The pain had begun to trail to her temples, her tolerance for the meaningless chatter of the legends reaching its peak and now forcing her into solitude. Staring out across the empty landscape, Latias sighed, defeated. Maybe it was just one of those days.
The small dragon’s form gradually glided back into the group’s vicinity, her tired yellow eyes regarding each of the faces in turn. However, one particular individual stood out; Celebi. Latias’ heart ached at the sight of the pixie. It pained her to see the legendary in such an emotional state, the tears trickling down her face enough to alert the dragon that maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to abandon the group’s conversation after all. However, the tears weren’t the dragon’s only interest. Latias’ nostrils quivered, the scent of blood flowing into her senses as her orbs, suddenly alight with curiosity trailed to the legendary’s branch. The ooze of red was almost hypnotic, something in the back of the dragon’s mind entranced by the substance. The gash on her neck began to sting.
Forcefully tearing her attention from the blood, the dragon’s face soon softened as a reassuring smile blossomed over her features. Cobalion soon spoke, effectively enlightening her to the decisions that had been discussed in her absence. The human’s lab?
Latias disguised the confusion that the legend’s words had evoked, her demeanour remaining pleasant as she nervously glanced to Latios. There was only so much she understood about the epidemic world and the virus that caused the incredible shift, but never had she considered that it had been the human’s doing. Latias had heard of pokémon testing, of course, but the concept of one or two of these monstrosities triggering a worldwide catastrophe seemed surreal. Unwilling to share her musings, Latias simply hovered by her sibling’s side, making a particular effort to remain attentive to the conversation.