foolishwren | 92. [Audio/Video]

_{[CLOUDS ABOVE. WATER BELOW. That's what Heather is seeing when she briefly flicks on the audio feed.]

[After spending a whole lot of time trying to ensure through various means that she wouldn't meet an uncertain death trying to fly, enough time had passed and Heather couldn't hold back that classic Mason mother-hen desire to have all the eggs in one place at the same time anymore.]

[In hindsight, though, informing the two she'd gotten on the bird to actually GO SEE that she'd left... AFTER she left, was a bit of a bad decision. Turns out the roaring wind is pretty damn loud when you're that high. She has to raise her voice to be heard.]}

Angela. Lisa!

Sorry for the wait. M'finally on my way.

_{[A pause, punctuated by the whistling wind.]}

... Aaaand it'd be good if you could both tell me where you are, too. Prooobably should've asked that before I left.

_{[But THAT ASIDE... the video feed flicks on then, showing off a vast expanse of blue water below and fluffy clouds above, with Sunny's downy ear-tufts fluttering down towards the bottom of the screen.]}

I take back any misgivings I might've had about flying before.

This... is pretty awesome.

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No. You get the move from the Cianwood gym, but the ability to use the move is granted at Violet's gym. My dipshit friends loaned me a beast that I could ride on. So I never really used my feet.

Fuck.

I've been wrong all this TIME?!

_{[OH WELL. Like her pride would've allowed her to learn to ride on any Pokemon besides her ow, anyway.]}

Sounds like it.

UGH.

Well, at least all that hiking gave me the leg muscles of a friggin' kangaroo.

_{[Aaaalways look on the briii-iiight side of life~]}

There's that, yeah. This place does give you quite the fucking work out.

Seriously. Like, not that I was a SLOTH before I came here or anything, but holy crud, I bet I could give marathon-runners back home a run for their money at this point.

I used to strife with my Lusus every day before shit hit the whirling device. So it's not like I'm not used to it, but fuck. I was a recluse. Never exactly left my hive, if you get where I'm going with this.

_{[Although most of the terminology isn't familiar, she can more or less figure out the gist of it.]}

Uh, think so.

Just one question.

What's a loosus?

It's a beast that serves as a custodian for young trolls, more or less. They protect and nurture us and we take care of them.

... Huh.

So a babysitter, basically.

Babysitter?

Uh... you know.

Someone who takes care of kids.

I thought that was a parent.

Er-- typically they take care of the kids when the parents are away.

... I mean, not EVERY kid.

Some parents never hire them.

_{[Hers was one of those parents.]}

Woah, woah hold the phone. "Hire?"

Well, like... if the parents are going away to do something or can't be at home, they hire a babysitter to watch the kids for them.

... I mean, it doesn't HAVE to be hiring... I guess like, neighbors and family members will do it as a favor and shit.

Just basically means someone watching a kid who's not their literal parent.

Isn't that only a temporary thing though?

I'm having a bit of trouble seeing how this sitter of babies is like our Lusii.

Okay, okay. Maybe it was a bad comparison, then.

Maybe 'foster parents' would be better.

You know you're going to have to explain that too, right?

_{[... SIGH.]}

Foster parents.

When a kid is an orphan or... can't be with their real parents for some reason, they're put with foster families.

_{[She says 'real' rather than biological since, well, she's never put much stock in blood.]}

That take care of the kid instead.

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