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She stretches, sheds the last lingering of sleep. They’ll be heading home to the village, soon, to compare notes on the Fieldlands Beautifly population with those she and Rei had observed and caught in Hoenn. But, ah—what a waste of a windy day, she thinks. She’d rather stay a little longer, watch the fields of long grass become sea waves, the thick patches of wildflowers bend and sway like dancers. And then, like fire kindling ignited by a breath, an idea.
“Let’s run down the hill,” she says, twining her arm with Rei’s.
Or: Akari and Rei find some whimsy in the wind.
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21 Jul 2026
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Here, in this moment, she doesn’t feel so little anymore. She feels the same feeling she felt when she would spread her arms, wide enough until her muscles stung, over the snowy asphalt with Dess.
The water is blisteringly cold, and she can barely keep moving her legs. Kris’s warm hands, almost searing her fur with their heat, ground her in the present. Kris, covering her upturned palms with their own, is the only one that can guide her.
Noelle feels a bed of leaves at her thighs, stockings clinging to her fur. She sees them scattered across the surface of the water like fallen rubies.
“The water’s nice… isn’t it, Kris?” She murmurs with a smile that doesn’t meet her eyes.
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Noelle does something crazy.
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29 Jun 2026
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“You and I are so special; the miracles we know, no one knows, and no one loves the way we love.” — Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife, Vera
“We spoke a little,” you muse. “It told me about you. That waiting is never forever. And… and something else. I don’t remember.”
He looks at you funny. “The moon is that talkative? I never could’ve guessed. Then again, the moon controls the tides and the sea is never quiet.”
“You’ll need to teach me,” you bump your head against his shoulder. “I only understand their language when I’m sleeping.”
(In a dream, come your answers for the future.)
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- Part 1 of Foxlore
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20 Dec 2025
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Sometimes, she thought about what might have happened if things had gone the way the adults imagined.
She’d marry Kris. Probably stay in town. She’d go to church with her mom. Kris would wear a nice shirt and stand quietly beside her. Maybe they’d live in a quiet house near the pond where the ducks still came in spring.
It wouldn’t be bad. It might even be nice.
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on growing up together and the expectations placed on you because of it
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11 Jun 2025
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There was this day—cold, late March, wind still mean—that stuck in Noelle’s mind like a grain of rice behind the gums.
She’d ducked into the corner store after school. Her mom didn’t like her going there, said the magazines by the register were trash and the cashier had too many piercings. But Noelle wanted a soda. Something sweet, just for her.
Kris and Susie were there already. Neither of them saw her. They were standing by the fridges in the back, heads close together. Susie was laughing at something Kris said. Kris’s hands were in their pockets, a little hunched, but their shoulders relaxed in that way they never were around anyone else.
And it was nothing. It was two people in a corner store. They weren’t touching, weren’t kissing, weren’t anything. But it was everything.
Noelle left without the soda.
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noelle watches from the sidelines
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11 Jun 2025