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The next morning Corri packed her things and got Rojo ready, all while Aero gathered what he had and went to rouse Hopper awake. The temperamental Chihuahua slept in the empty training area on the mountain they used before. Corri knew it'd be a while before she saw her brother again, and went to him.
"Hey Aero, can I talk to you about something?" Corri asked.
"What's up?" He asked enthusiastically.
"Do you remember Wilvur's farm? With Cecil and Meg?"
Aero nodded.
"Well when I was there, I saw some paintings of Cecil with her older sister Bonnie. After talking with her a while we sort of figured something out," Corri swallowed, "I think Bonnie might be our mom."
Aero looked at Corri somewhat blankly, "Yeah, I figured."
Corri eyes widened, "You know? How do you know!?"
"I just sort of figured it out. You, Cecil and Meg already looked a lot alike, and when I saw the picture of that lady Bonnie I thought she looked sort of like you and me. I figured that we were related to them somehow." Aero explained nonchalantly, "I didn't guess that Bonnie was our mom, but that makes sense."
Corri looked at her brother with astonishment, "Wh-Why do you say that like you don't even care?"
Aero paused for a moment, "They might be blood, but they're not family. I already have you and dad. Jirro and his dad. That's enough for me."
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Ruben watched as all his friends prepared for their individual trips. Nout and Temp were gathering all of the Phantine women together for the trip westward to Tortusa. Ruben wished them good luck in finding a new home out on the ocean.
Aero jumped on top of Hopper and fixed his gaze northward. Ruben wished him good luck with Oopa, and the Ralosian boy couldn't help but blush.
Jirro readied a pack of his belongings and slung it over his back, his gaze was eastward, towards the tournament grounds of Challenger's Lake. He planned to start there and try to trace his dad's movements. Ruben wished him luck as well.
Corri readied Rojo for their flight skyward. Through the clouds one could make out masses of land drifting far above them in the sky. The Skylands. Ruben reminded Corri to visit often.
With a final round of farewells Ruben's friends left Platt Mountain, all in different directions across the world. Soon they were all gone.
If Ruben was capable of shedding tears, the young Densius probably would. The time it spent with them was the greatest it had in its life. But Ruben needed time to rest.
Ruben returned to its people. The Densius Seraphi which had just been born before they left the tournament had start to grow accustomed to their way of life. Seraphi had bonded a series of large rocks together to serve as a comically large arm. Newly created Densius always tended to experiment with the formation of their bodies before settling on the form that best suited them.
Dimon, the Densius Elder of Platt Mountain called on Ruben.
"So Ruben, what sort of things did you see in your travels?" Dimon asked as a crowd of Densius circled around. Ruben gave a rocky grin.
"Well after the tournament we headed for Titus Forest. But before that we rescued a little Ralosian girl named Oopa from some bandits. That was the first time I met Temp, he was in a bad crowd then but he's a good guy now. We saw the tribe around Lupine Lake, they lived off the land and rode on the back of wolves to hunt. An-and after that we traveled until we reached Titus Forest, the largest forest in the world! There was more green there than I thought existed!"
Ruben told them that it learned how to form its body such that it could roll along the ground at great speeds which he learned from the mossy Densius of Titus Forest. Ruben continued to enrapture its people with stories of its travels through a great forest, the hostile volcanic region, the unforgiving and mysterious desert, and the vast ocean.
He told them of the many creatures he came across. Birds which people soared through the skies on. Fire ants, massive creatures that dwelled within the lava of the Weld Mountains. Hyena's and Chihuahua's, unruly canine beasts that could be ridden if tamed.
Ruben could've gone on forever about the many sights that it came across. The stories it could tell. Perhaps it would've served them better if it was written down. 350Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgtp3CJSvYk
