Legacies Reborn

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

"Well, it'd better not be a stiff breeze." She warns, poking him in the gut.

He just chuckles and shakes his head, blushing just a tad.

Finally, the group crosses over the top of the valley, having escaped its grasp.

Rylie just looks on at the city/town thing and wonders aloud
"Wonder if there are any decent blacksmiths here..."her expensive looking clothing kinda stands out

"Plenty, but none are held higher in esteem than this one old lady...But good luck getting her to make you anything, because the prices are STEEP, even for me...You'd be better off writing a will and leaving a fortune to somebody...On top of that, everybody here only knows how to make weapons of their own descent, like the curved blade Raime uses...A katana, I believe."
She then adds, "You should be fine, Rylie. You are a noblewoman, but they're after the Regnum family...Not saying that you're completely safe though."

"Huh...I'll find a way to get her to look at my sword. One day. Don't think I've got deep enough pockets just yet."

"Yea...dont wanna get cleaved in two." The naked Flygon says.

"You don't look so bad by the way without those robes. Gotta show of what your made of more. Like me."

"Yea, I could get used to this." Lucure says, with a tiny grin, for more than one reason.

"Yea I'm sure you could."

"...What? You jealous?" she says, sticking her tongue out at him. Ah, now she's looking like a natural Smeargle.

"Nah. I don't go that way."

"Well, my headcanon is very different from yours, then..." she says just under her breath, staring off into space...

Though he can't really hear her he makes an assumption
"I just got my own tastes that's all."

Cecil just blushes more, nervous.

Caliber just chuckles softly.
'Just hold Madam Lucure's paw, and it'll be okay Cecil.'

"Yeah. Let's just get into that tavern."

"I did say I would look at your blade, Cain..."

"Well. Whenever you want, go ahead."

He does take her paw, nervously.

She glances up at him, and holds his hand without complaint.

"If you two need a moment, let me know..."

"Cain, seriously. It's fine. He just wants to hold my paw." she growls. >_>

As they step into the city, the streets are filled with people from all types and from around the region. The local Mossdeep villagers are easiest to spot: They're the ones in the middle of the dirt plaza, commencing with their festival. Among all the natural pink of the city, there seems to be a lot of green, blue, and red for the festival, as it appears they seem to be either celebrating some ancient event or paying tribute. It's hard to tell from the group's distance.

"A festival for Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza it seems...."
She is looking around

'I will have her look at the blade later, Cain'

"Ah...I know of this festival...or so I've heard of it." Cecil comments as he sticks to Lucure's side.