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The air sung with the playful trill of circus music as the once Fletchinder made his way through the crowded paths. The usually quiet, open fields of Raccolto were brimming with excitement as the town folks frollicked through the thrill of the cirque. Quinn walked along, taking in the sights and sounds around him. Formerly a Fletchinder, he now sported a Porygon Z totem. He had hemmed and hawed over it at first. Not the worst totem he had found himself in since his time in the town. Not the most exciting. He laughed to himself as he passed the opening of a tent flap. A rugged game of bumper cars was going. He paused to watch the excited commotion and laughter as the revavroom styled carts bumped and skidded across the floor, occasionally colliding into one another. Perhaps a ride like this would help raise his spirits. He paused thoughtfully watching the chaos. He sighed, shaking his head and continued along his way. He continued along the way, the music blaring jovially through

She smoothed the fabric of the heavy, quilted, blanket over the back of the couch. Her fingers traced over the intricate details, expertly sewn into place. She smiled at the memories the blanket brought with it. A present from a Yuletide past that had been given to her from friends she had held so dear. Things had seemed so simple back then. Why were they suddenly so complicated? Gretchen took a deep breath and sighed softly, moving to sit along the couch and leaned back, sitting with the blanket. She observed the patterns and colors that dotted over the breadth of the quilt. Green earthy vines climbing around the border, reds of billowing fire spread throughout. There were swatches of blues representing the ebb and flow of water, and masterful splotches of yellows representing the flowy, wispy trails of clouds. This was all accentuated with the shimmering, metallic thread. She frowned. It had been gifted to her by the coven when she had first assumed leadership. But she couldn't

A hushed silence hung over the room as the two brothers sat together at a table in a small, dimly lit room. Quinn just stared at his younger brother who sat before him. He'd changed and grown so much in the last few years of living on the island chain of Raccolto. He found love, started his own farming business and evolved with the times. The sylveon gijinka who sat across from him, had thinned out and grown up. It was an amazing transformation for him to have gone through. The Fletchinder looked at the cup of tea; once steaming, it had lost its heat during the talk they had been having. Quinn swallowed, running over the last words his brother had said about 'leaving Raccolto'. "Are you sure?" His voice finally broke the silence that descended. "Never been more sure of anything." The Sylveon swallowed hard. Quinn could tell this was hard for his brother. He couldn't be more proud of the man he had become. "I'm not gonna hold you back," Quinn replied, running a hand through

It was a massive old school house, or Apartment building. Some such of the kind. I wasn't alone there, it was myself and members of my old Coven from my Galarian days. It felt so realistic. It was good to see them, but it also brought back memories. Tough ones to deal with, too. So we're standing outside this building looking up at the arching front doors. And it's crazy, but we had bought it to refurbish, rejuvenate and give it purpose. We were all excited as I unlocked the front doors and we entered a spacious area. There was a large open area like a foyer or a lobby. Cobwebs draped on everything, this place must have been abandoned for years. We spent the day walking through and cataloguing the different rooms and what would be best for which. We were going to build a house dedicated to the Legendary Gods. Each of us would be assigned to a God or Goddess of our choosing and make a room dedicated to them. My assignment was the Harvest Goddess. And I had so many ideas and