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Pheonix landed with an impact which, if not shattered the earth, definitely made it wobble a little. He was no light-weight- heavy as a rule of his species and larger than many trainer-raised Charizards, he also had the added weight of a trainer on his back.

Emalthya shook her feet loose from Pheonix's harness and leapt to the soft grass. Anyone might think the black harness slung across his belly and down his back stretched up to his face, at a far glance, but no, he simply had recessive rare markings.

"Would you like me to hang onto the harness or you?" asked Emalthya while she untied her scarf and took off her goggles and, wrapping the scarf around the goggles, put both in the pocket of her hooded jacket, which she then shrugged off and shoved gracelessly into her backpack along with her riding gloves. It was cold when you flew at the speeds Pheonix was capable of and she had to grip the harness to stop falling off.

Pheonix grumbled evenly and shrugged, meaning he didn't mind carrying the harness.

"That's fine," replied Emalthya, unlatching an umbrella, the last thing attached to the harness, and popping it open to use as a sun shade while settling the backpack across her own shoulders again. "Are my bows on straight?"

Pheonix cast a critical eye over his trainer's decorative bow hair-clips. He wasn't a very fashion-forward pokemon- no-one could have said that about him- but he was very against making a fool of himself, or allowing Em to make a fool of herself. Saphire, of course, as a pokemon of grace, beauty, and wisdom, would never, ever make a fool of herself and so she didn't require concern. As a previously very small pokemon, Pheonix remembered being a little clumsy and not big enough to do things and Emalthya was prone to what she called 'wardrobe malfunctions', a term he understood to encompass a whole variety of things from cosmetics to accessories, as well as just clashing with something or having someone else wear the same thing.

So, with due diligence, he measured with his eyes the distance of each bow and frowned, shaking his head.

Emalthya sighed, took both bows out, and put them back in, both a hand's breadth above her ears, a feat accomplished with the umbrella up and in the crook of one elbow.

Pheonix made an encouraging, approving sound and they both of them took in their surroundings.

"Lots of people here," Emalthya observed.

Pheonix looked around at the pokemon he could see, wondering if there were any to contend with his size and ability.

"I wonder what we'll see," said Emalthya with some excitement, grinning at Pheonix, who, caught glaring at the other pokemon, suddenly showed all his rather frightening teeth and nodded, in what he intended to be a cheerful and equally excited way.

Rhei tried to hold back the look of surprise on her face as the younger of the girls curtsied to her. Her immediate impulse was to curtsy back, silly as she felt, but she wasn't wearing a skirt. Instead, she dipped her head to each in turn. "It's nice to meet you, both of you," said Rhei. She held out a hand for the psychic pokemon to examine if they chose - if palm reading was something they were interested in, anyway. Rhei didn't know if psychic pokemon had an interest in such a thing, or if it was just an interest held by a select few psychic people. Her mother had become an amateur/fraud after she'd gotten her Ralts, but eventually the poor thing rolled its eyes at her enough that she stopped. Rhei had only been a young girl then, barely old enough to recall soft fingers tracing tickles over the lines of her palm. "And you, Asphodel and Kumiko, as well." The Ralts's enthusiastic greeting was enough to make her grin, even if she couldn't understand what it was saying.

Turning her eyes back to Ai, Rhei raised an eyebrow. "Yes - Bennet," she said, "but with one T and two N's, if yours is different? My full name is Rheiannon Bennet-Fairchild, but it's kind of a mouthful to say, so I just stick to Rhei Bennet. My family is from Hoenn. Is the Bennett Company based here?" Was she actually related to someone from Zatao, or was this young woman from Hoenn, too? Rhei knew little about her mother's family; her mother and father had abandoned the busy city life and traded it for the serene lushness of Fortree, and she had only rarely seen her grandparents. She had never met her mother's brothers and sister, if they were still alive. Every one of them had set out on a pokemon journey and been heard from only seldom since their teens. Maybe one of them had wandered off to Zatao when it had begun to be colonized... Of course, if this young woman's last name wasn't spelled the same, it was probably a different story altogether, but it still would be a funny coincidence.

Cécile was thankful for the new chair his foster parents had given him. In grass as tall as this, his old one would have been tangled and trapped, his movement even more restricted than it normally was. The day was warm and bright, he looked up at the clear sky. Not a cloud in sight and such a beautiful blue. Cercie's joyful cries drew him back to the grassy plains to which they had arrived. The spry little thing had grown and her energy along with her. She loved this place, so much space to run and play. Cécile smiled softly, watching her with a fond expression. His fear and doubt from the earlier weeks had just about completely melted away. He was still learning, of course, but his journal was growing heavier with new knowledge every day.

Which brought him here, of course. He had heard the rumors about this mysterious Pokémon. The Immortality Granter. Now, Cécile did not want to live forever. Why sit around and watch all of those you love and care for die? He wouldn't. However, if a Pokémon could do such a thing, maybe, perhaps he could learn a thing or two about healing from them.

Worst case scenario he would find some new plants along the way.

As they approached the field where the rumor pointed to, a noise that he had heard from before grew ever louder. There were so many people and Pokémon, the brunette was stunned. It was to be expected, of course, anything involving immortality was sure to bring out a crowd. Confused, he called Cersie over and asked her to stay close to him. The tiny deer nodded reluctantly. She wanted to go play, especially now that there were more friends to play with.

Curious, Cécile rolled himself forward, hoping to gather some useful information.

Magnolia froze up at the glare shot Kumiko's way, accidentally taking it as something directed at her. Glancing over her shoulder, she blinked and calmed a tad, but didn't fully bring down her defenses around the redhead. She seemed to have a bit of a problem with her chosen Pokemon and, while Magnolia too had qualms with the Psychic-type perched happily upon her head, she didn't make it as evident and open as Ai never seldom to make known. She hummed in thought, partly from this thought and also from the small exchange between Bennet to Bennett. It didn't register at first that Ai also came from money, but when Magnolia realized this, her walls were strengthened again with block and mortar.

She had escaped the life of the rich and, while their mannerisms and livelihood were still seared into her from her mother dearest, she willing sacrificed money in exchange for a more comfortable life. The fourteen year old looked on to the past she had with disdain and stigma, though she knew that, if she were to ever return to it, it would swallow her up again. James was her only anchor to a seemingly comfortable life and, when she realized this, she flushed a bit at her own thoughts. I really wish he was here right now... she mentally sighed. He makes talking to others so much easier.

"S-so, Ai, have you and Kumiko been together long?" Magnolia said, trying to force conversation. "And Rhei, was it? Do you have a Pokemon as well?"

Asphodel narrowed eyes at the Mew and stretched tiny hands up onto the top of her head, hunkering down from him for fear he may lay a nose or paw on her horns again.

Mahogany Sunset

Renekai

Becka had been hanging back, she'd been drawn, like the others, to the idea of an immortality granter, being a Healer, anything to do with prolonging a healthy life was interesting to her but Raven, her Shinx, was very cautious around so many people and other Pokemon, having been abused by a bad trainer in the past. His confidence was better but he was still nervous around just so many people when usually he and Becka travelled alone, accompanied only by a young Blitzle lately, whom Becka had left at the last Pokemon Center to be cared for until she returned, she adored the Blitzle but Raven had been with her for a long time and, she figured the crowds would maybe help with his confidence issues, show him that he could be around larger numbers and still be safe.

Raven, never inside a Pokeball, was huddled against Becka's legs at the outskirts of the throng of people, Becka occasionally bending to give him a reassuring scritch behind his ears. "It's ok Raven, no one is going to hurt you, i promise" she murmured to him softly, looking around to see if there was anyone gentle looking to talk to, to see if there was more news. However no one seemed to want to pick up conversation with her so she just hovered around.

She did spot a young man in a wheelchair towards the front and made her mind up to talk to him later on if she could. Raven just stayed next to her legs, though beginning to relax when no one was really paying him any attention.