She wondered if she'll ever meet the Alakazam again, maybe in another life.
She had watched in astonished silence as her beloved brother, Emissary, was resurrected from his sandy grave. The child could feel tears forming in her eyes. Oh, how terrified she was when she had watched him die, and now here he was--limbs and all! She barely heard the Gardevoir's voice over the ones whispering in her head, her gaze drifting around the dark nightscape in search of something, some kind of answer. Why had this happened to them? Was it truly just for observational reasons? Why had it been them? The Dratini remembered faintly that the two psychics seemed to have recognized each other. Had the Gardevoir struck a deal with the devil?
"Well I think we can call this a day." her head turned, almost mechanically, to the psychic. She looked him over with sharp eyes, a small frown hidden behind her handkerchief. Quite a day it has been. She looked away, her chest still aching from the pain that flowed into her the moment her brother had fallen into the jaws of the Durants. "Come along dragons, we'll need to start walking if we're going to get some sleep." she wondered how the psychic could have such a...cheery smile on his face. Especially after the ordeal they had all went through, had it really not affected him...?
She was the first to follow, deliberately avoiding her two brothers as she slithered forward along with the Gardevoir. "To the city~" she squints to see the dark outlines in the distance, the ruined buildings and dented earth. Just what sort of shelter were they to find in that pitiful excuse for a city? Nerine watched in silence as the Honchkrow flies off, claiming that it was hungry. And I wonder, what it's like to feel such fresh winds on your face. Perhaps I'll fly too, one day.