Legacies Reborn

"Yeah. Some people come up with the dumbest stereotypes."

"Yea, don't they?" Lucure agrees, and then mentions, "Well, I'm sure it's supposed to be fun for children..."

"Kids have it so easy these days. They get lazy and don't actually make a name for themselves."

Lucure goes a little quiet.
"...A child shouldn't be subjected so early to hardships. If a parent can, they should take care of them as long as they need until they're ready." She says thoughtfully. Then, she quickly shakes her head.
"Nnnnnot that I've thought on this too long or anything, no..."

"Well some kids aren't so lucky."

"Phfft, don't remind me..." she mumbles, looking up. From their talking, she hadn't realized they were nearly there.

"Hey look. Is that it?"

"Huh?....Oh yea! We're pretty close." she says, pointing up. The slops are coming to an end as the land begins to flatten out, as they ascend out of the valley below.

Cain flies up a bit to get a better view.

Not far off is the city...The town seems to show a lot of pink colors, too. Lots of cherry blossom trees, that kind of thing.

"Huh. I don't know. I expected it to be more murky."

"How come?" Lucure calls up to the Charizard. "You didn't know that Mossdeep is very colorful? They hold many festivals around this time of year."

"I haven't really been out of my place much...well not really much at all."

"Mmph...anywhere where I can rest"

"We can hide out in the tavern." Lucure says.

"Oh good. Anywhere I can eat something good."

"Of course. Cecil, it's almost time to strip your robe off."

He nods. "Right...just let me know when."

"Don't worry, just lose the overpriced threads, and be a little less noticable and it'll be perfect."

"Alright." He says, slipping out of the robe and putting it in his bag.

She takes a moment to examine his appearance.
"With Caliber at your side, you could pass for a weathered warrior...hmm..."

"Without any clothes on." He adds with a chuckle.

"Oh, it wasn't hiding anything, I could see your chest half the time big guy..." She chuckles. "Still...Some scars would serve you well..."
Without warning, she starts painting on his arm as they walk, making some fake wounds.

"Ah...not a bad idea." he says shvering a bit.

"Hold stillllll...And done." She says, stepping back to admire her handiwork. I think.

He looks it over. "Ah...heh. Not bad Lucure. But I feel a breeze..."