Deep within Meteor Falls | Midnight | 4
Spirit raised her head as a rather loud and strangely worded voice could be heard echoing through the cavern. Her wings buzzed as she tried to make out whatever was being said, though as the other members of the small group began to drift toward the voice, she thought it better to simply follow along.
There was safety in numbers. Besides, the more playful part of her mind was burning with curiosity about whether or not an aggron could visibly blush despite its metallic hide. It was hardly the time nor place for such childish games considering the dire nature of the undead swarming throughout the regions and her trainer's own unknown status, but perhaps that was all the more reason to distract the mind with such frivolous games.
Thus, she darted after the group, choosing to remain on the ground despite what room there was for her precise flying. After all, at least the faint light that the Dawn Stone in her collar emitted mingled with the light of the aggron's stone and offered a means to see just enough to keep from tripping over every stone in the path.
"Wonder who it could be..." the flygon chirped. The question was rhetorical for the most part, and uttered quietly as she recalled the words of caution stated by the aggron she now strode beside. Her wings buzzed again as she heard another loud shout, which she was able to make out enough to receive an answer to her question. "Oh. Zim it seems. I wonder who Zim is..."