A SOFT GROAN AS SHE STIRS, the colors in her eyes dancing like fogged up fairy lights. As they begin to clear and fade, the rider slowly cracks open both eyes.
The low-lighting of the room is not overwhelming, and just enough that she can make out the space. White light streams from a nearby window; a glass gateway to a world of snow. As it falls peacefully outside, the girl slowly moves onto her side in a drowsy haze.
What happened? Something big, something powerful . . . she remembers facing it, bravely standing in the defense of her pokemon—her pokemon.
"KIP!" The teen shoots up, and is immediately punished for it by a dull throb that tingles in the back of her head. Mari is a durable youth, partially thanks to her bloodline—she had to have struck her head pretty hard to have been knocked out for so long. The astounded cry is replied to with sounds and chirps of joy.
Echo and Pua were closely monitoring her from the side of the bed. Kip sat on the floor, guarding the doorway. Lios was looking out the window, and Leeka loomed over her on the bedframe.
Upon recognizing her mottley team, Mari scooped up those closest to her in a hug, and sucked in a deep breath as relief ushered in her chest. But now, in place of one question, a dozen more flooded her head.
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