P-751: Other

Word of a town, reconnected at last to the rest of Reignsrest- potentially. A train that might yet work. A desert with an atrocious sandstorm to face, otherwise. Dialup leaned back in her seat on the shuttle back to the mainland, idly stroking Other's mane. The garchomp hybrid was more willing to accept affection than Mother, resting her head in Dialup's lap while settled on the floor. She was loathe to disturb the creature; still, they had touched down at last. Mother was meditating n...