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Spring brought soaring blue skies and shouting winds across the sea near Marchton City. Wedged into a place with a warm current as they were, winters were mild to begin with, but this year the weather had been more kind to the small coastal town than before. Little Marchton was a swarm of people and sailors, travelers and natives both, their voices ringing loudly in White Owl's ears as he made his way through the streets. The harbors were packed with goers and comers, and more than once a little child with shifty eyes drew a little too close to White Owl, their smiles suspicious, only to be scared away with the quick glance of someone wearing the Guardian crest.

These latter sorts ignored White Owl. He looked enough like the "common folks" that they found no reason to suspect him of theft or being a cutpurse, and so he was free to wander as he liked and see what there was to keep his attention occupied.

On a morning like this, there were many. If White Owl was in Little Marchton and its bustling harbor, he would notice that an unusually large amount of ships flying the same flag decorated with a rearing furfrou and a rapier were docked at the harbor, and the murmuring going on around him was more excited than irritated. White Owl's listening would reveal that some foreign ambassador from Carcassone had come to visit, bearing extravagant gifts (bribes) in hopes of being allowed audience with the Queen. Though, observed some old hands who had probably seen vessels like these too many times, they would probably never even make it past Cape Augustine. Her Majesty was a busy woman, after all, and did not have time to spare a dying country.

If White Owl was in Marchton, the news would be confirmed with physical evidence: the small town was being decked out in streaming banners and smaller flag strings to greet the ambassadors in question. Usually Marchton was not the best place for any embassy to land - Cape Augustine, after all, was far more extravagant and more well-suited for receiving something so important - but the townspeople were still doing their best. There would be a small party thrown, though the Carsen ships' presence was more an excuse than a reason because sailors always wanted to party, and if White Owl decided to stick around until nightfall, he might get into the celebration.

Until then, however, he might notice that he was being watched.

Wherever White Owl chose to go, there would inevitably be corners that he passed by, and one such was occupied by something of a peculiar trio. Most visible was a girl, copper-skinned and brightly-dressed in the vivid colors of a native. One might think her a Bulwari, except the pokemon next to her had little to do with water: a bulky, hulking bouffalant with a large mane and broad shoulders, his ivory horns shined. He stood behind the Dorani girl, eyes closed as though asleep, while she herself spread out bright crimson blankets on which she set various trinkets made of bright feathers, colored glass beads and clay beads. Their final companion, silently perched on one of the bouffalant's horns, was a natu.

This was the creature who stared at White Owl as he passed through, her dark eyes fixed unerringly on his face and seemed to see right through his skin. What she was looking for, heavens could only guess, but if White Owl met her eyes somehow, the natu would blink. Slowly, purposefully.

Words shaped in White Owl's mind like someone was writing them on his skin. Come.

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You were a half-starved saltrat, with the smell of the sea still on your skin…

White Owl heard these words of de la Roche echoing in his mind, ebbing and flowing like water itself. In the years he had spent in the tunnels, the boy with blue-grey eyes had often wondered if saltwater really had such a recognisable, lingering smell. De la Roche was a man prone to spicing up his conversations, because he had learned long ago that where business was concerned, intrigue, and not plain fact, drew customers more readily. And at the end of the day, that was one of the things that mattered most to the Poison Prince. Turns out, he may not have embellished his tale in this particular circumstance – every new breath of wind carried the scent of the sea to Owl and Blackbeak both.

From the back of his salamence, Aryeh, Kezey had pointed south as they had descended in the wilderness near Marchton, and Little White Owl had stared at the small cluster of lights in the distance. A small port-town. Little Marchton. Seemed as good a place as any to start. If he could speak, he would say that he felt drawn towards the place. While he feared discovering his past life, he could not deny that the sea moved him, even though he had no memory of it. Once upon a time, it must have meant something to him. And so, after spending the first day away from home in the company of his new friends, and getting to know the one Michel had sent Tam in search for especially for him, he set out for the sea-side town, with a confidence in his every movement. He missed Kezey and his dragon companions as soon as they had parted ways yesterday evening. They were kind-hearted, good sorts, something that couldn’t be said for the majority of de la Roche’s contacts, and the friendship that had sparked instantly between the two humans had given Owl hope that he’d meet others like Kezey in his travels.

Blackbeak was chirping in his ear, shifting constantly, and seemed to take in everything much better than he did, with quick, fluid movements of her head. Though they had known one another for but a day, he loved her with a fierceness, and this love was born from many sources. The one he pondered over now, however, was this: he had felt something shift inside him when he had watched her fly for the first time. The feeling hadn’t left him, and seemed to be tugging gently at his subconscious, the way the idea of the ocean did. Looking at the tiny bird now, she seemed to be wagging her tail. Owl grinned, lips parting to make way for laughter that couldn’t be heard. And he wondered if she felt the pull of the sea, the way he did.

There was no way of knowing, however, even if he could speak – she couldn’t speak back in a way he’d understand. So he turned his stormy gaze forwards, and before long, the salt scent grew stronger still, and he could hear water, and a great many other things. He stood in awe of the sight before him – canvas sails billowing, gathered like clouds low over the surface of the gentle waves. There were many people moving on the decks, and Owl dreamed of the places they’d come from, and wondered about all they must have seen. Blackbeak seemed as taken by the fleet as he, and for a moment he appreciated that he had a true, like-minded companion whom he knew he could count on.

As the docks became busier, Owl retreated a little further inland – it seemed he would just be in the way, and not being able to verbally offer to help, he was better off just watching. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something that caught his attention, and turned, looking into the eyes of another bird. A feather-light touch grazed his mind, and at once he struggled with feelings of homesickness for his Three Watchers, and apprehension, because he was alone, and only had Blackbeak as a guard against any hostile psychics. But there was no pain, and the green bird just watched him. A message took shape in his mind, and he recognised the form of the letters. This word was half of one of de la Roche’s favourites. The merchant had an old, worn sign that he hung at the entrance to his little grotto in the tunnels when he wanted people to enter. Welcome, that was what was carved into the dark wood. And Come. That was the half the strange creature had put into his mind.

His eyes went to the bird’s companions – a girl, and a great, shaggy, horned creature. Owl thought that both of them were beautiful. And, oh! There was a small table in front of the dark-skinned girl, and upon it there lay a variety of feathers. Owl instinctively brushed the feather that hung from his ear with the tip of his thumb, before taking a few steps towards the girl, the big-horned pokemon, and the bird who had beckoned him over. Some small part of his attention was still held by the ships, and the strangers disembarking, but right now, he wanted to get a closer look at those feathers, and if he was lucky, maybe find out why the little bird, perching comfortably on one of the bouffalant’s horns as comfortably as Blackbeak was perched on his shoulder, had invited him over.



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The girl looked up when White Owl made his way to her as though she could sense his footsteps, and her face was quick and sharp, with lips that dimpled her cheeks when she lifted them in a friendly, welcoming smile. On the bouffalant's horn the natu shifted ever so slightly, her head-feather rustling in the breeze that visited them. She watched as her handler straightened, spreading wide arms that clinked with jade bracelets. "Welcome and well met!" the girl said cheerfully. "Have you come to see our wares? My apologies, I have not finished setting all of them up yet, so if you could spare me a minute, kind sir, I will have all of my items out for you to browse. Yes?"

And if White Owl gave her the time, that would be all the girl needed. She worked quickly now, slender fingers efficiently spreading out the rest of the pretty red blankets over her table and then laying the charms out for him to see. Most of them were tiny wood carvings of various pokemons, decorated with bright feathers and colored glass beads. She drew other customers as well, who gathered around her and pointed and murmured. The natu transferred herself to the back of the sleeping bouffalant, and to the other customers' delighted surprise began to take orders.

To Owl alone, the bird bade, Wait.

By the time the young merchant had finished laying out everything, some of her stocks were already gone. She tirelessly rearranged them again so they were evenly laid out anyway, before turning to Owl again with another smile. "My specialty is charms," she explained. "My grandmother is a wisewoman, you see. She makes these herself, imbuing them with the strength of the pokemon they look like, so the one wearing them may receive guidance."

The girl reached over and touched a roselia-shaped one, decorated with glass flowers and red-blue clay beads. "The Harper Trio ones are popular, of course. Roselia for excitement and power and passion. Lucario for steadfastness and integrity. For someone who needs a little courage in their life, perhaps." She paused, glanced at the natu again, then at the table in front of her and carefully reached for another one. She held this up to White Owl with a smile.

It was a noctowl, a three-dimensional carving unlike the others, decorated with soft brown feathers and a small, clear red gem. There was a red string at the top so it could be fastened to a belt loop or a sword, perhaps, and the girl held it reverently. "Noctowl charms are not as popular as the other two Trios," she explained. "They are rather plain...but you know, every traveler should have one. Noctowls represent inner peace, you see, a home that is always moving but never ceasing to be home. Belonging. Self-knowledge. And since one's daughter certainly wants you to have one..." She glanced at the natu again, who was no longer looking athtme, before turning back to White Owl and smiling. "Maybe you should keep it free of charge. With one condition, of course."

She handed it to him and ducked below the table, searching for something. A moment later she resurfaced with a slip of paper and another grin. This, too, was given to him. "I've a friend who would like to travel out of town," she explained. "But he is rather a scaredy-cat about it, you see. So if you could accompany him to Cape Augustine, it would be great. He has more than enough wealth to pay you handsomely, and he will trust you if you give this paper to him. My name is Caliva, by the way, if he asks."

The natu glanced at him now, watching White Owl's reaction. She was as inscrutable as always, but perhaps there was a sense of anticipation there. Waiting for his decision.

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Owl smiled back, already warming to this girl he had been drawn to. His eyes moved to her bracelets as they chnked together, and then darted back to the little green bird sitting on the horn of the great, shaggy haired pokemon. At the sound of the girl’s voice, Owl returned his attention to her, and bit his lip, dipping his head in reply. Yes. He stepped back a little, giving her space, watching and waiting, content. Blackbeak fluttered from his shoulder, and perched on the edge of the roof above the girl, watching with the same curiosity as her human friend. As more of the wares appeared on the table, Owl shifted closer, standing to one side and tilting his head and regarding the little crafted items with childlike wonder. It reminded him, in a way, of the Tunnels. Of course, there was no darkness here, and as for the girl, well… She didn’t look like the kind of person who’d slide a knife between someone’s ribs because of so small a thing as a rumour, or an odd look.

That didn’t mean that she wasn’t capable of defending herself though. As passers-by stopped and glanced over the charms laid out on the red blankets, Little White Owl wondered about the natu. Appearances could be deceiving, and he wondered whether he should even be this close to an unknown psychic, even one that was only a halfling. But then, just when he was contemplating raising a hand to gesture for Blackbeak to come down, the green bird spoke to him again, and… Owl, he sensed no malice, nor ill-intent. And so, he waited.

After some minutes, the girl turned to him again, and explained a bit to him about her crafted items. With a melodious chirp, Blackbeak fluttered down and hopped along the very edge of the table, before White Owl ushered her onto his hand. As the girl spoke, and gestured to her wares, Owl narrowed his eyes in thought. Guidance? Could items carved of bone, wood, and stone really guide a living creature? Then she mentioned the Harper trio, and his eyes snapped to her, and then flicked down to the charms she was speaking about. Roselia, Lucario, and… Noctowl. He studied the charm she held up in awe, reached out to gently touch the feathers, before his fingers brushed the rough cotton of his top. Beneath it, he could feel the stone carving that meant very much to him.

Her words, they touched him deeply, stirred something within. Home. Belonging. Inner peace. Self-knowledge… And the natu – she had noctowl blood in her veins, and the girl, she was offering the feathered charm to him. But, one condition? Before he could accept or deny, the charm was in his hand, and the girl was looking for something else. Again, he listened, and Blackbeak took the opportunity to gently tug at his feather. A tiny smile turned up the corners of her lips, and he pushed her away with his free hand, attention still focused on the girl, who gave her name. Caliva. Owl glanced at the scrap of paper. If he went to find this friend of hers, all he’d have was the paper as an answer to any questions, so he hoped that Caliva was right about it being enough to earn trust.

Owl found himself meeting the natu’s gaze, and he drew a deep breath. He thought for a moment, and then pulled the white stone pendant and showed it to Caliva, to the natu who was her companion. He ran a thumb over its worn-smooth features, and then dropped it, pointing to his chest and then the carved likeness of a noctowl. He bit his lip, and hoped they understood, somehow. Blackbeak whistled in his ear, and pressed into his neck. The noctowl charm was still in his hand, and he lifted it, holding them between them. The little red stone glinted at him, and he curled his fingers gently around the carved noctowl. With a firm nod, he reached for the piece of paper he’d set down on the little table, and tilted his head, before glancing down the road, waiting for directions.

Blackbird, nestled on his shoulder, watched and waited too. And she held her tongue, even though she had many questions she wanted to ask the green bird with bright eyes. The smile on Storm Eyes’s lips was enough to keep her happy – that’s all she really wanted.

Cape Augustine... What waited there for him? Nervousness fluttered in the pit of his stomach, and he was quick to suppress it. Just because he likely came from that area, all those years ago, or so de la Roche thought, didn't mean anything. He was happy now, and he knew who he was, didn't he? Self-knowledge. Belonging... Inner peace. Owl dipped his stormy gaze to the brown feathers in his hand. Had the natu seen into his heart's deep core? Was it just chance that he'd walked this way, been called, had been given a second likeness of a noctowl, to guide him? Or was there a greater reason for him having come this way? Maybe he was meant to be here, to help Caliva's friend, to return to the salty-aired city on the coast and face his fears. He wondered, and waited.

Only time would tell.



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There was a sense of contentment from the little natu, whose gaze -- did not soften, per se, but her eyelids had curved and she nodded once, to Little Owl. A sense of approval would envelop him, as lightly as the finest shawl would. For her part, the bird’s merchant partner had given a more tangible reaction; she smiled, and gestured toward the noctowl charm in Owl’s hand. “Then that is yours to keep,” she said, then tilted her head.

The natu’s gaze had sharpened on Owl’s pendant, and Caliva glanced toward the half-psychic before she returned her attention to the handler. “Communication may be rough,” she mused, “but it should not be a major problem.” If she was surprised at Owl’s lack of words she did not show it; instead acted as if it were normal. Perhaps the bird that had drawn Owl’s attention had told her; perhaps not. Caliva’s turn of lips spoke nothing to lend implications to either, in a sign of an accomplished merchant.

She had to turn away from the handler-bird duo for a moment, to respond to a customer that had walked up to them inquiring about her wares, and it was as she was rearranging to fill the space that a roselia charm had indeed occupied -- true to her words the Harper Trio seemed to be popular -- that she spoke next to elaborate on the slip of paper she’d given Owl. “There is an address on that,” she said, nodding to the script still in his hand. “It is for a house on Clearwater Way, a few streets from here. Just down this corner and to the right, and straight ahead. You should not have problem finding it; but if you find yourself lost, simply look for a house with a red roof. That should be my friends’.”

There was a grin on her face as she referred to him, amused at something, though if it was at the mention of the ‘scaredy-cat’ or something else wasn’t clear. She would also be willing to provide more information if Owl wished, but soon enough customers would start to line up at her table for her wares and Caliva’s attention would be drawn elsewhere.

The natu would give him a solemn nod as he went, and last parting words would form in his mind before dissipating like fine mist: Good tidings to you, traveler.

As he walked, Owl would find that following Caliva’s directions would lead him true; the slip only merely said the following on it:

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The Lester Residence
14 Clearwater Way
Red roof, brick house, windchime


As far as information of places went it was specific with the weirdest of things, but they were certainly descriptions that would help Owl find the specific house. There weren’t a lot of red roofs on the way to Clearwater Way, though all the houses seemed to be well-sized; not mansions, but they certainly belonged to people of at least some wealth, indicated by the amount of space surrounding each building. There was at least enough for small gardens, evidenced by the growing plant life that Owl would find as he walked down the street. Caliva’s description of her friend seemed to be right in that he had wealth enough, at least, and on the street itself, Owl would find three houses that fit the specific description of a red roof.

However, even though all three of them happened to be brick houses, only the last -- farthest from the direction that Owl had entered the street and this neighborhood from -- revealed itself to have a windchime: a wooden one, with a carving of a pidgeot at the top, fierce dark eyes that seemed to be painted on hanging just above Owl’s head whilst the rest of the wooden wind chimes hung from the section of roof overhanging the front of the house. The garden here was well-tended to, healthy grass and flowers lining the edges of the property surrounded by a small, modest fence.

There weren’t any people outside, here -- it was just Owl, his companion, the charm, and the wind -- and of course, the script in his hand that had led him here. And hopefully, Caliva's friend, whom he'd been asked to accompany to Cape Augustine.

The door looked inviting enough for a knock, and the wind chime would clink musical notes in his ear as he waited.



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Owl smiled widely, and gently curled his fingers over the charm, touching his fist to his chest before quickly securing it tightly around a small loop in his belt. He glanced up at Caliva when she mentioned communication not being a big problem, and wondered why, but made no attempt to ask. When she turned to serve a customer, Owl took a small step back, and his curious, stormy eyes always watching. A roselia charm, that’s what the stranger was buying. What had the girl said? Excitement. Power. Passion. And the noctowl one he’d been given? Had the green bird really seen so much from just a brief touching of their minds? Inner peace, a true home, the sense of belonging, and self-knowledge. In part, these were all things he lacked. But towards which was the charm supposed to guide him? And, how was he supposed to guide another, all the way to Cape Augustine? Before he’d had much time to ponder or worry about this friend of the charm merchant, she gave him her attention again, and handed him a slip of paper, explaining how to find her friend.

He took the written directions from the girl, glancing at the words. With a bit of time and patience, he believed he could figure what they meant, if he needed to. If worst came to worst, he could always come back and find Caliva. But, her directions seemed simple enough to follow. So lifting a hand in farewell, he backed up, dipping his head in response to the natu, and turned, Blackbeak chirping her own farewell to the trio on the corner from Owl’s shoulder. As Owl made his way in the direction Caliva had mentioned, Blackbeak caught sight of a strange figure watching them in silene. It was unlike anything she’d seen. She bumped Owl’s feather with her beak – a sure way of getting his attention, but by the time he turned to look where she wanted, the one watching them had vanished. A warble of disappointment from the tiny bird had Owl touching a gentle finger to the downy feathers on her chest. And he smiled, just for her.

A short time later, he found himself wandering down the street looking out for a red roof. He spotted several, and had stopped at the end of the street, debating which one to try first, when Blackbeak suddenly took off and fluttered awkwardly to the nearest one, landing noisily on a wind chime. Owl just shrugged and approached, his gaze lifting. The roof was red alright. Maybe they’d find Caliva’s friend on their first try. Approaching the door, Owl took a moment to reach up to Blackbeak, one hand extended. Once she had settled back on his shoulder, he gently stilled the swinging chimes, before letting them go and taking a moment to appreciate the soft peals they made in the gentle breeze. The fletchling chirped in his ear, and he knocked, the fingers of his other hand finding another little charm in his pocket.

It was vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. Something about it made him think he’d seen it in a dream. At first, he seemed weary of it, but then thought that it was silly to be afraid. Surely a tiny carving of wood couldn’t hurt him in anyway? It had tiny flecks of red stone set into it, on the forehead, and both tails. It complimented the noctowl charm nicely, even if he had no idea what this second charm was supposed to represent. Before he could hesitate again, he looped it next to the charm Caliva had given him, and stood up a little straighter, trying not to crumple the slip of paper too much with his fidgeting fingers.



(Ahh, happy to be writing again! Hope I didn’t repeat myself too much from last time… The second charm I mentioned at the end is the Uxie Charm Owl got from the Festival, which grants extra exp for a couple of posts, iirc.

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The knock rolled out clearly into whatever passage lie beyond the door. After a brief stint of silence Owl might just pick up the sliding of something accompany the steady shuffling of feet. Once the sound reached the direct opposite of the door, which Owl may notice is a slight bit taller than average but nothing outrageous, a scraping rang out and a slot opened in the door that just previously seemed like one solid, unblemished piece. The slot was roughly six and a half feet from the ground and well above his own head. A pair of large white eyes with tiny black pupils, set in a face far too pink to be human stared down at him in an almost serene manner.

Then the slot smacked shut. Silence reigned again. Perhaps it was a trained pokemon that served as a sort of butler, or doorman? It was likely going to retrieve its owner this very moment…yet the quiet would linger. So long would this go on, that Owl may have the urge to knock once more. If he did so, his knuckles would barely scrape the word before a voice boomed from the door.

”State your business, please.” The voice was odd. Bordering on gravely but less substantial that voices like that would typically be: it even seemed to change a bit from start to finish. Regardless of how one heard and interpreted this voice, it was clear it was not what could be considered “normal”.

But of course, Owl couldn’t really oblige that request through a door now could he?

The slot would open a second time, followed by that voice as the same eyes from before stared down at him still as calm as they were before. ”I requested that you state your business, please, sir.”

It would be now that Owl would have to display his intentions however he saw fit, including showing the address and noctowl totem. After seeing those two things, the eyes behind the door would look down upon Owl with a new gleam. The slot would close, immediately shifting appearance back to a solid oaken door, and the door itself would open on well greased hinges.

Standing there at nearly seven feet tall from toe to crown tip, was a slowking. It stepped out to inspect Owl with an apparent fascination. The pokemon even went so far, curious and knowledge seeking creatures that they are, as to attempt to open Owl’s mouth and inspect his tongue before touching his forehead and staring off into space for a time. Well, it would attempt this; whether Owl allowed it was another matter all together.

Either way, the slowpoke would then step a respectful distance back and open its mouth slightly. ”My apologies, my curiosity gained the better of me. The only other mute I have ever interacted with was missing his tongue, so decided it best to voluntarily remain silent.” The creature’s lips never moved, as it was not actually speaking as humans understood it. But psychics were capable of a variety of tricks and this one seemed to be well along in age. No doubt he had accrued a vast knowledge of many things and practiced his skills intensely. But this was certainly the same individual that had addressed him from inside the home.

”From what I can tell, your lack of ability stems from some sort of internal wound. It is fascinating! I would love to study it for a time, if you would allow it. I could compensate you for your time, if that is something you require. Was that perhaps why Caliva sent you to my home?”


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The voice in his head took him by surprise, and his instincts told him to get away. The thought of what psychics had done to Michel made Owl’s throat go dry. In his mind, he imagined stepping over the threshold, the chimes tinkling in the breeze, the door closing behind him, and pain rippling through him, dropping him to the floor, rendering him incapable, unable to call out for help…

Perhaps that was foolish of him, to immediately view this rather friendly-seeming psychic in such a fearful, mistrusting light, but Owl could not help it. The unsuspected intrusion had rattled him, and he stumbled backwards, trying to get away in haste. He was afraid that the strange Pokemon would take offence, and so he hastily backed into the street, bumping into somebody. A shadow passed over him, and he looked up to see Otylia tucking her wings.

“ Y’alrigh’, lad?” Kezey. It was Kezey! Immediately, Owl relaxed, knowing that he was safe now, though apprehension still remained. It only deepened again, with the older man’s next words. “Trouble’s brewing. We gotta go now.” And when he turned to leave, Owl followed, and he didn't dare look back.

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There was a break in the chaos, and Kezey had granted Owl a day of freedom. It had been so long since The boy had set foot on the streets of Marchton, and his heart sang with joy. He had spent what felt like forever in the forested wilderness, watched over by Kezey and his dragons. Despite his happiness to be back among civilisation, he was unused to noisy crowds. Somewhere, he felt someone watching him, but no sense of unease came with it. The sound of birdsong drew his attention, and his gaze settled on a scruffy looking man standing a few doors down. There were cages sitting on a stack of crates beside him, and something heavy settled in the pit of Owl’s stomach. Blackbeak launched from his shoulder, and Owl took off after her, a fire beginning to burn in his belly.

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Kezey had finally been convinced that the bulk of the danger was gone, and had brought Owl back, just as he’d promised. Owl, of course, was furious with the man, because the dragon tamer refused to return him to the Tunnels in the Pass. Words meant little to the mute boy, and he growled every time Kezey ‘promised’ him that his family were all okay. True, Owl could see evidence that there had been trouble here in these streets of Marchton, and he was grateful that Kezey had taken him away. But he could not forgive the man for trying to keep him away from those he loved. So he was going to find his own way back to Harper’s Pass. It would be difficult, that was certain, but Owl was determined.

Of course, he was no fool. The world was a dangerous place for those who seemed alone. But Owl wasn't alone, and he had learned quite a lot during his time in the Tunnels. If he showed himself willing to help others, sooner or later, one of them would help him in return. And it seemed to him that he had discovered a rather promising place to begin. It was no surprise, really. Like the carved pendant that was hidden beneath his fray-necked linen shirt, the symbol of an owl would always tug at his heartstrings. After all, the bird was an inspiration for his name, a crucial part of his scavenged identity. Once, long ago, he had nearly lost his life trying to steal the pendant that was now his. Even in his other life, maybe owls had been important to him. The noctowl was a region wide legend. Calvin had gifted him with a carved noctowl charm, having seen something in him. And here it was again, the symbol of an owl, a noctowl. How could he turn away from this?

Kezey had given him money, and this was the first thing he would do with it. A guild called Harper’s Passion. The clasp that now held his cloak securely marked him as a member. An iron likeness of a noctowl settled above his rib cage. Safety in numbers, that's one of the first things de la Roche had taught him. He was happy to part with gold for the sense of security he felt. Of course, it wasn't guaranteed safety, but here was no doubt he’d be better off among the guild’s members, than out on his own.

And it wasn't money wasted. A representative had explained all the perks that came along with membership, and it had all sounded quite good to him. Plenty of benefits. Kezey should be proud of him, for showing initiative. He lingered near the doorway, fingers playing with a pokeball deep in his pocket. Time to find it a new home. He would enter the Marchton branch of Harper’s Passion and trade it for another.

After that, he would stick around, looking for any jobs he could do, either for the guild, or for the citizens of Marchton, and would keep alert for any mention of passage to the Pass. Owl would bide his time, though, and not jump at the very first offer. His time with Kezey had taught him to be more patient, and the lessons he had learned in the Tunnels stayed with him still. Though he may look it, he was not so naive, not so quick to trust. He whistled Blackbeak down from where she perched on a crooked gutter, and together, the two of them, new companion in hand, wandered down the street, eyes watchful and ears attentive.


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[[ +0.7 EXP for your last post, plus 0.5 EXP from the Uxie Charm, will add 1.2 EXP to Owl, who levels up to 2, 0.75/5! His pokemon gain two levels - Blackbeak reaches level 9 and learns no new moves; Bii technically levels up since you had him at the beginning of the post, reaching level 15 and learning no new moves. Owl has also joined Harper’s Passion, and he paid 100g for putting Bii through the system.]]

Owl’s flight from the slowking was not alarming to the being. He stood in the doorway as the human retreated, the subject of his curiosity escaping his grasp. It was lucky for Owl that he was not the type to manipulate people with his powers, or the human would have no choice but to stay. But the slowking was patient. If this human was unwilling to help, another might be. And yet, the noctowl charm persisted in the slowking’s mind. With the decline of the mission, Owl had effectively stolen the totem. Was he worthy of keeping it?

Owl would not know the extent of the slowking’s thoughts about him as he journeyed with Kezey, finding himself mired in a region divided by the Great Schism before eventually making his way back to Marchton City. Much had changed in the past year and a half, in the great amount of time since the fighting began, but there was still the smell of the port and the bustle of the town center, and the people seemed to be more at ease now that the worst of the fighting was finished.

Without any sign of Caliva or the slowking, he made his way to the nearest Harper’s Passion branch, finding a single employee with wild hair and a sweaty brow, looking like he had just done a great deal of work. “Welcome to Harper’s Passion, how may I help you?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

With a lack of response from Owl, the man took to explaining the guild himself, teaching his new customer about the trading services, TM trades, and the variety of ways the guild helped people throughout the Harper Region. It wasn’t long before Owl forked over his gold, and the representative reached into a drawer and pulled out a tricolored pin that he slid across the counter to Owl. “Keep this on you, and you’ll reap the benefits of your new membership. Now, is there anything else I can do for you today?”

He paused, still looking stressed but the sweat on his forehead was finally beginning to cool. Nodding at Owl’s gold as more of it slid across the counter, he assured him, “I’ll see to it that this one gets taken care of well - any type preference for the new one?” Once Owl had conveyed his wishes, the employee disappeared for a moment. As he walked away into the back room, Owl might notice some tears to the sleeves of his shirt that extended to the back of the shirt as well.

Owl would have a few moments to look around before the man would return, holding a new poke ball in his hand. “Here’s your new partner,” he said, handing the warm ball to Owl. Scarcely a few seconds would go by before someone would run through the door, another man wearing a uniform signifying that he worked at this Harper’s Passion branch.

“It’s no good, they won’t listen,” the man wheezed, sounding rather out of breath. Strangely, his clothes were torn in similar places as the representative who had helped Owl up to this point.

“Seriously?” he answered in a frustrated tone. “All right, I’ll come out again and try to help.” Turning to Owl, he added, “Unless you want to get run over by a herd of mudbray, you’ll want to find another place to go.” His words were less kind than before, but there was a certain hope in his eyes, almost as if he was wishing for Owl to come along and help.

There might be other opportunities to help Harper’s Passion, if Owl expressed a desire to stay in the store, considering they likely had more than one type of pokemon in stock and the employees seemed overwhelmed by the mudbrays, or he could seek his fortunes elsewhere. The town center was not too far away, and the Job Board there was always filled with opportunities for handlers to make extra coin. There might even be opportunities for travel by land or by sea, if Owl wanted to go anywhere else. For now, his options remained open.


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